On that 'They, the powerful, being unfree' thread

[Erik T. Burns]

http://www.nbu.bg/webs/amb/american/4/faulkner/september.htm

"Through the bloody September twilight, aftermath of sixty-two
rainless days, it had gone like a fire in dry grass---the rumor, the
story, whatever it was."

it's brilliant.

On Sun, Jun 22, 2014 at 7:25 PM, Mark Kohut <mark.kohut at gmail.com> wrote:
>  I recently reread Faulkner's great story DRY SEPTEMBER. If you don't know it,
> it is a vivid slice of life of the formation of a vigilante mob, in a
> barber shop, led by one
> ex-soldier (who fought in France) so aggressively, irrationally full
> of rage that he
> even pushes his wife angrily (wonderful Faulkner nuance that he
> doesn't hit her but almost does)
> when he gets home from the act of taking the innocent black man to the
> woods and....
>
> gets home on this 62nd night of  Dantean inferno heat, to his
> "house--like a birdcage ".
>
> Those great writers, what they do,
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