What the Faulk Did I Get Myself Into?

Loves,

Sorry if it has been a minute. This week has been spent moving back to cowledge and acquimating to my crazy schedule. I'm taking two 300 level writing classes and a 400 level American Literature class. I kinda love it, but it's like Twilight love, because it's all forbidden and wrong and sparkly.

I'm reading Go Down, Moses by William Faulkner right now. Get the blog title now? Aren't I hilarious? Laugh. Anyway, I originally thought the story might surround some brassy southern gal demanding pleasure from her lover, Moses. I thought wrong. At first, I didn't really know what it was about. The language is stream rushing Niagara waters of conscious, so it's easy reading for drowning. I slogged through though and now, I'm almost awed. I get it. I'm a swimmer in Faulkner rapids. Ain't that great? I got a job at the library where they pay to not sell fried chicken, sit in front of a computer, occasionally check-out/in books, and do my homework. Today I read a chunk of this book and sometimes language just hits me in the gut. There's a scene where young Ike gives himself in to wilderness. He abandons compass and riffle. The giving in was so well presented that I felt like I was finally letting loose to something as well. Almost choked up. Good one, Mr. Faulkner.

You know how I get about B&W photographs of Southern Gothic authors so here ya go:

WHAT A CLASSY GUY! I feel a new blog button coming along?

So what about you? Ever start reading a book, get totally lost, but push through and ultimately gel with the style? I wanna know so lemme know in the comments!

Thanks for reading,
Nick