Certainly a huge jump from Flags in the Dust. There are so many ways to read this book. This time around what really struck me was the way Faulkner condenses all time (past, present, future) into the fluid experience of daily life. I should say, the fluid experience of daily living for a fragmented post-war soul. It would be a different book had it been written about a series of Buddhist monks (pretty boring, and much shorter). The encapsulated inner violence and turmoil of these Compsons refracts beyond their private narratives and illuminates the reader's face back into the book as our minds wander with their wandering minds. It is what makes this work (and technique) brilliant. I will certainly be returning to this one over and over again. I recommend it to anyone who has ever said they like to read novels.