I think William Faulkner’s “Golden Land” is his nod to F. Scott Fitzgerald. Or maybe he just discovered similar values or lack thereof in Hollywood. Both Faulkner and Fitzgerald dabbled in screenwriting. I don’t know if they were doing it at the same time. That’s probably possible.
In the story, Ira Ewing has come to live in Beverly Hills from Nebraska. His mother has moved near him, also from Nebraska. Ira’s grown daughter seems to be an actress and is involved in some sort of legal problem. Ira is an alcoholic and abusive husband who hates where he lives.
Here’s Ira’s (or Faulkner’s) description of people on the beach:
Lying so, they seemed to him to walk along the rim of the world as though they and their kind alone inhabited it, and he with his forty-eight years were the forgotten last survivor of another race and kind, and they in turn precursors of a new race not yet seen on the earth: of men and women without age, beautiful as gods and goddesses, and with the minds of infants.
Yeah, at least here, Faulkner and Fitzgerald seem to observe the same world and come to some of the same conclusions.
He said they would always lose the first battles, and if they were outnumbered and outweighed enough, it would seem to an outsider that they were going to lose them all. But they would not.
In the table of contents of my copy of William Faulkner’s Collected Stories, this story is simply called “My Grandmother Millard”; however, when you actually get to the story, it’s called by the title I put in the title of this post – a slightly longer title.
Granny Millard’s 12 year-old grandson narrates this story without a name – at least in this story. I’ve read that Granny Millard is also in Faulkner’s novel The Unvanquished so perhaps her grandson has a name there.
The story is set during the American Civil War which is a little unusual in that Faulkner rarely sets his stories smack dab in the middle of the war – they are usually after the war with flashbacks before and during the war and even then, we don’t get tons of actual war detail. Granny and her family practice grabbing the things they want to save (family heirlooms, etc.) and burying them in a trunk in case the Yankees storm their house. Granny times the rest of the family to see how fast they can get everything buried. A clock that is valued to the family sometimes goes in the trunk for these drills and sometimes it doesn’t. I find this somewhat funny in that Faulkner seems to always play around with time in his stories jumping back and forth even within the same paragraphs. In this story he does it in a more literal sense.
As with so much of Faulkner’s writing, we get one person’s point of view via someone else. It kind of gives the reader intimate details and the big picture all at once. Granny, as with many older folks, hangs on to her southern traditions, with the attitude of “why wouldn’t things go on staying the same? or why would anyone want things to be any different?” even as her slaves are helping her save her personal belongings.
With the two intertwined points of view, Faulkner is able to show the humor in the fact that Granny’s traditions are headed into history whether she likes it or not no matter how much she wants to hold on to them.
…Nancy Lee did not hesitate in her choice of a color for the possible frame, since she could still see her picture clearly in her mind’s eye – for that picture waiting for the blue frame had come out of her soul, her own life, and had bloomed into miraculous being with Miss Dietrich’s help.
Langston Hughes is quickly becoming one of my favorite short story writers and “One Friday Morning” moves him another step in that direction.
He develops the character of Nancy Lee, a high school art student, with the same type of artistic descriptions of Nancy that she uses to describe her artwork. Nancy is deserving of the top art award and almost gets it. The reason she doesn’t get it has nothing to do with her artwork itself.
In her painting, Nancy Lee includes an American flag. She also knows there will be an American flag at the award ceremony. Many, by today’s standards, may see Nancy Lee’s faith in the flag as idealistic and even a little naive.
Without explicitly asking the question, Hughes (and Nancy Lee) ends the story wondering if the hope this flag stands for is real. Hughes (and Nancy Lee) hesitantly moves forward thinking it is.
This story is included in Black American Short Stories: A Century of the Best edited by John Henrick Clarke. I read it when I selected the Queen of Spades for Week 19 of my Deal Me In 2021 short story project. Check out my Deal Me In list here. Deal Me In is hosted by Jay at Bibliophilopolis.
He was not thinking at all. He had just thought once, quietly, So that’s that. So now I suppose I will know, find out what I am going to do and then no more, not even thinking that again.
In William Faulkner’s “The Brooch”, Howard Boyd is torn between his creepy mother and his wife. This isn’t that uncommon among literature but Faulkner puts this conflict into a wonderfully gothic story with an intense buildup to a horror-style ending.
Howard isn’t exactly Norman Bates – his mother remains alive. She makes no bones about hating his wife. While she doesn’t stay in the basement she manages to control everyone from her bedroom. A stroke doesn’t keep her “down”.
The sparse conversations between Howard and his wife, Howard and his mother and even his wife and his mother eerily lead to the story’s final scene.
Faulkner also uses italics in this story (it may not be the first of these stories but I haven’t noticed it as much as in “The Brooch”). In this story, the italics simply allows us to know what Howard is thinking in addition to what he says to the ladies in his life. In his novels, though, Faulkner takes italics to a whole new level.
Roger’s wife Anne has to deal with all these artist types. Her husband Roger is a novelist but he’s had his work published and is relatively established. It’s these up and coming budding new artists that Roger lets in the house that gets Anne ruffled. This is the overall premise of William Faulkner’s “Artist at Home”.
One such poet comes to stay with them and causes considerable more trouble than usual. And of course he is oblivious to any of the troubled waters he’s churning. Yes, at first glance, he is just like all the other poets and artists to Anne – but then she takes a “second look”.
And Roger isn’t oblivious to this “second look”. He just doesn’t care – that’s different.
He wouldn’t think what was going to happen when it was all gone. He was the king of the neighborhood. He had to keep on being king.
Just like last week’s story, there is an unusual charm and beauty in Chester Himes’ “Mama’s Missionary Money”. As the reader, we get to revel along with young Lemuel in his getting to be “king of the neighborhood.” Himes draws us into this innocence that enjoys having money to go to the movies, to pay for others to go to the movies, to buy ice cream for friends, to buy new baseballs and mitts. This innocence also only revels in the present day without thinking that the money is going to run out and that Lemuel would eventually be found out – and he is eventually found out.
While it lasts, though, it’s glorious! For Lemuel and the reader!
This story is included in Black American Short Stories: A Century of the Best edited by John Henrick Clarke. I read it when I selected the Three of Clubs for Week 18 of my Deal Me In 2021 short story project. Check out my Deal Me In list here. Deal Me In is hosted by Jay at Bibliophilopolis.
Though it spoke human speech it did not sound like a human voice, since it was too big to have emerged from known man and it had a quality at once booming, cold and forlorn, as though it were not interested in nor listening to what it said.
Mississippi doesn’t seem to be anywhere in the picture. This makes “Pennsylvania Station” one of William Faulkner’s more unique stories. It’s set in New York City at Pennsylvania Station as one might guess. An old man waiting for a train tells a younger man a story. Having a story within a story definitely is not unique to Faulkner and I didn’t think about it but we don’t necessarily know where either of these men are headed – Mississippi, perhaps? And the quotation above refers to the train station announcer.
The old man tells the younger one about Sister. Sister is a woman whom one might think is the sister of the older man. However, he doesn’t really talk about her as though she is his sibling. He just calls her “Sister”. And Danny is Sister’s son. The old man doesn’t call Danny “Nephew”. We know Sister is dead early on in the story (both stories) but she has paid 50 cents a week for quite a few years so she could have a nice coffin. Each year of payments gets her an upgrade. The insurance/coffin salesman made sure each year the gold plate with her name on it got moved to the “better” coffin.
Anyway, this was the humorous part and the part I enjoyed the most. Danny plays a role in the story, too, but he wasn’t as funny.
‘If the Lord didn’t want a man to cut his own grass, why did He put Sunday on Sunday like he did? Tell me that.’
What does the quotation above from William Faulkner’s “Fox Hunt” mean? Your guess is as good as mine. This story contains all kinds of stories from all different kinds of people. I wouldn’t call it a stream of consciousness but a stream of narration. A fox hunt does exist. It’s kind of woven in and out of all these narrations. It’s more in the background.
Ultimately Blair gets his fox – one gets the idea that he’s been chasing this fox off and on over a long period of time. Or maybe its just been today. Blair also “looses” his wife to another man around the same time. Killing a fox and losing his wife. Imagine how they might be connected and you might give some meaning to this story.
The tone and atmosphere and, of course, the words all make up for the strangeness of narration.
Crystal Wilkinson’s “Tipping the Scales” doesn’t have the same poetic elegance of the last two stories of hers that I’ve read (“Mr” and “Ritual”) but it has a beauty and charm all its own.
Josephine Childs works at a diner in Stanford, Kentucky. One might call her an outcast but I’m not sure that’s the correct word. Josephine is the subject of gossip – probably constant gossip – because of her relationship with various men, many of whom are married.
The difference in this story is that the narrator appears to be one of the town gossips telling Josephine’s story in their own words with their own dialect. This perspective makes for a pleasant realization to the reader that Josephine gets a sort of revenge when a respectable man comes and sweeps her off her feet letting her finally live happily ever after in the site of her little town – a town that understands a little that maybe there’s more to Josephine than they’ve allowed. Josephine tips the scales in her favor:
And Ashe all dressed in white, a smile ‘cross his face a mile long, his voice booming out vows to love Josephine forever. All three of her kids stood up with her, a sight to see. And the whole town ’bout tipped over with everybody traveling to the edge, bending their ears to the door.
This story is included in Wilkinson’s collection Blackberries, Blackberries. I read it when I selected the Eight of Diamonds for Week 17 of my Deal Me In 2021 short story project. Check out my Deal Me In list here. Deal Me In is hosted by Jay at Bibliophilopolis.
In that gathering of summer dresses, of sucked old breaths and gabbling females staccato, the proprietress stood on the veranda with the second note in her hand.
Of the short stories of William Faulkner that I’ve read so far, “Dr. Martino” is probably the most difficult to understand. Reading it for the words and the tone and maybe even the atmosphere is the most I can recommend.
As with much of Faulkner’s writing, the narration jumps around. It’s all third person but just when I thought I would only get Hubert Jarrod’s point of view, it jumps to Louise King, the love interest of Hubert Jarrod, and Louise’s mother. Louise also has a relationship or friendship with Dr. Martino who for the story’s entirety only appears sitting on a bench. But he apparently has an influence on Louise that her mother doesn’t like.
Anyone with any other insight into this story? Feel free to comment.