It’s not an uncommon situation, I suppose. When we were kids, our minds bubbled with the sort of imagination usually reserved for delusional schizophrenics: the floor was lava, animals could talk, and the dark was a living entity that if not separated from oneself by a blanket could eat one’s very soul. As we grow older, […]
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Near the end of his life, William Faulker served as the writer-in-residence at the University of Virginia. This appears to have meant that the University of Virginia needed good press and that William Faulker needed drinking money. However the arrangement, it resulted in Faulkner giving a series of talks in conjunction with the University. Some […]
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