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William Faulkner: Carcassonne

Here we are! The final story in William Faulkner’s Collected Stories! I’m not sure of the significance of the title “Carcassonne” which is a city in Southern France. The name of the city has “carcass” in it. That actually makes sense after reading this short story – the shortest one in the whole collection.

The narrator seems to be dead or dying somewhere in what seems like a desert. He has some semblance of a conversation with a skeleton which could belong to someone else or could maybe even be his own.

Tons of apocalyptic imagery gets crammed into these five pages. There are horses flying around with fiery riders springing away from the earth with the narrator on a buckskin pony:

…me on a buckskin pony with eyes like blue electricity and a mane like tangled fire, galloping up the hill and right off in the high heaven of the world…

Thundering noises and bright lights against a dark sky abound. I know that Faulkner selected the stories to be included in this anthology and determined their placement. I doubt that the placement of the final story -one that appears to have taken at least a nod from the final book of the New Testament – is coincidence.

2 thoughts on “William Faulkner: Carcassonne

  1. Hi Dale, I agree with your conclusion about its placement in the anthology not being random. I need to get back to reading some Faulkner…

    1. It’s been fascinating but after 42 stories I’m ready to move on – but I’m thinking about rereading The Sound and the Fury sometime before the year ends. Have you ever stumbled across “The Codex Cantina” channel on YouTube? It’s two guys talking about novels and short stories. Lots of interesting thoughts on stuff I’ve already read and lots of ideas for future reading. They talk a lot about Faulkner.

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