[This observation about William Faulkner’s attitude to his personal geography struck me as apropos. It’s amazing how much Faulkner and I are alike, except that he’s a world-famous author, his works are taught at universities, he’s got unplumbed depths of talent, and he’s dead. ]
William Faulkner’s Mississippi
May 4, 2011
William Faulkner was so displeased with living in Hollywood that when he was told he could work from home, he promptly set out for his desk — 1,900 miles away at Rowan Oak, his house in Oxford, Miss.
L.A. Times book critic David L. Ulin went to Oxford, discovering the connection between Faulkner’s grand ambitions and the small town, home to the University of Mississippi, where he felt most comfortable. Ulin writes:
[B]eginning with his third novel, “Sartoris” (1929), he told the Paris Review in 1956, “I discovered that my own little postage stamp of native soil was worth writing about and . . . TO CONTINUE, CLICK . . .