John Grit, a successful writer of action-adventure, most certainly learned from Faulkner (and Hemingway's) writing style. Here is are a few words from his "Feathers on the Wings of Love and Hate." "The fifteen-year-old boy ran from death and towards life. The killers who hunted him were from the city. He designed to draw them into his world far from concrete and wheels where they must put their feet down into the same mud he must and every bush is a hiding place, every trail a kill zone. "He ran. Above him, towering pines and wide oaks draped with Spanish moss, below, knee, waist, and chest-high saw-toothed palmetto stem and green frond, fringed with brown. And at his ankles, turkey oak and blades of grass in the sun-freckled places he skirted - both small and large glades. And then under the shadow of subtropical forest canopy he ran. "His feet tread on layers moldering leaves and sunk into the mud of Adam. Down into slough, across creek and deep into the swamp he ran. "The unmarked timeless footpaths he knew so well were of primordial ancestors who too fought for freedom and killed for family and died for life. Each step took him deeper into the primitive. The wall of green five, ten yards, before him and closed in behind as he ran beckoned him into the emerald obscurity of forest and swamp. Deeper into the anachronistic places he raced, far from modernity and the government's advantages. The last remnants of places still in a timeless struggle to outlast eternity. Just north of where Acuera once endured the death hunt and fought the first slave hunters, distant brother to Osceola, another patriot of his people and land. His feet tread where Osceola fought Andrew Jackson and his soldiers until he was lured to a "peace council" and arrested. "On this day, killers sent by new slave masters hunted the boy who ran not from the fight but to, not out of fear but rage. "Body unloosed, every cell of each muscle willing ever more speed. The body's pain be damned, wails and screams of pain unheard, their protestations voided, drowned out by a deeper pain that knew no bottom, no height, no breadth, such a pain that could not be measured by any yardstick of dimensions." That is just the beginning of the first scene of this wonderful novel.
@@klausmaccus4397 from the little that I was told he was a pretty nice guy. Fairly quiet and reserved and often donated to churches and stuff like that.
I'm actually currently a programming student in college. Over the past year, I've been studying, working professional programming jobs, and working on my own personal development projects as well. I plan on coming back to make more videos in the coming months, as my busyness has died down in a way this semester. Writing and programming are sort of my biggest passions right now, and this channel gives me a good outlet to write some essays. Sorry I've been gone for so long; I hope to come back with (what I think are) interesting topics. Thanks for asking!
I could never understand why there has to be background music in every documentary/information video. It is very distracting and forces one to listen harder to the words. I'm only interested in the content and not the jazzy annoying music. Because of this I do not listen long and usually stop the video less than three minutes in. Too bad, I really wanted to know what Faulkner had to say about good writing. Oh well. . .
Very sorry, although 'The Sound and the Fury' is clever, it is not IMHO great literature. Because to a great many people, it is unreadable. Same goes for, for example, Samuel Beckett's Trilogy ('Molloy', 'Malone Dies', 'The Unnamable'), which I for the same reason do not consider great literature, even though it was the most important book in my youth. Faulkner's 'Absalom, Absalom' is, however, on my list of the ten best novels I've read. And one of my favourite quotations is from 'As I Lay Dying': 'Pa shaves every day now, because my mother is a fish.'
Too many "he said" "she said" so and so "said's" Read out loud anything Faulkner has written and this point will become un-ignorable. A small thing? For some, maybe, but not for me. It's insurmountably distracting and not something I can forgive, thus, I could never be as much a fan of Faulkner as I am of his more talented successor, Cormac McCarthy.
@@HughMorristheJokerI get what you're saying, but I'm a writer, and know that there are ways to make prose more fluent. I, for one, am incapable of looking past technical methods and structural conventions that draw attention to their place and function. It seems amateurish, as if my attention is in the hands of a less than masterful storyteller.
Faulkner knew how to write a good sentence, but he had no sense for tension what so ever. Imo, he never wrote stories, but rather things happening. He merely goes from A to B to C, and so on, never really managing any depth.
Sturm Bergi Building tension, you mean? But his writing suggests that he was extremely observant. And although I understand what you mean by him moving from one event to the next, there's no linearity. The narrators move across time / back in time, the pov changes, the stories are suddenly someone else's narratives / reflections. What you fill in as the reader lends the tension, but I don't think Faulker was big on that. He sees reality with a Southern sobriety. At the end, he presents us a mad house of sorts that lay waste to most humans in the story (which is true for most of us).
He builds tension through the entirety of The Sound and the Fury and Light in August, but he is subtle, adding a small amount of weight at a time, and to my mind he has incredible depth. The Hamlet is a good example of depth, dealing with virtually all that is profound in The Snopes.
For me it is exactly the opposite. He builds up so much tension that I have to put down the book, shivering, afraid of a heart attack. And oh mine, are his characters deep...
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John Grit, a successful writer of action-adventure, most certainly learned from Faulkner (and Hemingway's) writing style. Here is are a few words from his "Feathers on the Wings of Love and Hate."
"The fifteen-year-old boy ran from death and towards life. The killers who hunted him were from the city. He designed to draw them into his world far from concrete and wheels where they must put their feet down into the same mud he must and every bush is a hiding place, every trail a kill zone.
"He ran. Above him, towering pines and wide oaks draped with Spanish moss, below, knee, waist, and chest-high saw-toothed palmetto stem and green frond, fringed with brown. And at his ankles, turkey oak and blades of grass in the sun-freckled places he skirted - both small and large glades. And then under the shadow of subtropical forest canopy he ran.
"His feet tread on layers moldering leaves and sunk into the mud of Adam. Down into slough, across creek and deep into the swamp he ran.
"The unmarked timeless footpaths he knew so well were of primordial ancestors who too fought for freedom and killed for family and died for life. Each step took him deeper into the primitive. The wall of green five, ten yards, before him and closed in behind as he ran beckoned him into the emerald obscurity of forest and swamp. Deeper into the anachronistic places he raced, far from modernity and the government's advantages. The last remnants of places still in a timeless struggle to outlast eternity. Just north of where Acuera once endured the death hunt and fought the first slave hunters, distant brother to Osceola, another patriot of his people and land. His feet tread where Osceola fought Andrew Jackson and his soldiers until he was lured to a "peace council" and arrested.
"On this day, killers sent by new slave masters hunted the boy who ran not from the fight but to, not out of fear but rage.
"Body unloosed, every cell of each muscle willing ever more speed. The body's pain be damned, wails and screams of pain unheard, their protestations voided, drowned out by a deeper pain that knew no bottom, no height, no breadth, such a pain that could not be measured by any yardstick of dimensions."
That is just the beginning of the first scene of this wonderful novel.
Nice video but why does it seem like everyone that does this sort of thing feel they need to add distracting background music?
I don't mind background music, if it wasn't as audible as the speech, and if it isn't a mindnumbing stock music in loop.
A great watch with quality narration. Thanks!
Great video, I am waiting for your next video with patience ;-).
My 3 favorite are, as I lay dying, light in August and sancturary.
No Absalom, Absalom!? A stunning piece of literature.
Excellent documentary on WF.
Great video.
Thanks! (｡◕‿◕｡)
Well done
You forgot William Faulkner's feud with Ernest Hemingway. Hemingway's writing was as simplistic as Faulkner's was complex.
You didn’t need the music in the background
Good writing is timeless 👌💙
This is not an interview with Faulkner. He's in there somewhere but it is no interview.
1.25 speed sounds more like normal human speech
I went 1.75x
" .. in which his characters live in...?"
Very good
This guy is actually my great uncle
Did any of your family tell you what he was like?
@@klausmaccus4397 from the little that I was told he was a pretty nice guy. Fairly quiet and reserved and often donated to churches and stuff like that.
@@yondeefeedz That's great! I'm a huge fan..
you sound a bit like dicaprio
Guus he really does, I would love to see him say Leo's lines from Django or even titanic
The music drive you nuts you didn’t need it
Where'd you go?
I'm actually currently a programming student in college. Over the past year, I've been studying, working professional programming jobs, and working on my own personal development projects as well. I plan on coming back to make more videos in the coming months, as my busyness has died down in a way this semester. Writing and programming are sort of my biggest passions right now, and this channel gives me a good outlet to write some essays. Sorry I've been gone for so long; I hope to come back with (what I think are) interesting topics. Thanks for asking!
This is not good. Superfluous, bad music, hardly any actual Faulkner, just some guy saying unimportant things to hear himself speak.
Must be hard living such a pretentious life.
I could never understand why there has to be background music in every documentary/information video. It is very distracting and forces one to listen harder to the words. I'm only interested in the content and not the jazzy annoying music. Because of this I do not listen long and usually stop the video less than three minutes in. Too bad, I really wanted to know what Faulkner had to say about good writing. Oh well. . .
Great vid. How about one on George RR Martin?
#FaulknerInAugust
The voice in the video speaks incessantly, almost completely without pauses. Stressful background music.
Perfect for Faulkner
Hi
I would rather read The Sound And The Fury backwards, than finish this video. Its that bad.
Very sorry, although 'The Sound and the Fury' is clever, it is not IMHO great literature. Because to a great many people, it is unreadable. Same goes for, for example, Samuel Beckett's Trilogy ('Molloy', 'Malone Dies', 'The Unnamable'), which I for the same reason do not consider great literature, even though it was the most important book in my youth.
Faulkner's 'Absalom, Absalom' is, however, on my list of the ten best novels I've read. And one of my favourite quotations is from 'As I Lay Dying': 'Pa shaves every day now, because my mother is a fish.'
going to sleep here...
Too many "he said" "she said" so and so "said's"
Read out loud anything Faulkner has written and this point will become un-ignorable.
A small thing? For some, maybe, but not for me. It's insurmountably distracting and not something I can forgive, thus, I could never be as much a fan of Faulkner as I am of his more talented successor, Cormac McCarthy.
God, what a pseud!
@@zzzzzzzzzzz6299 Who?
It was seen as more necessary when Faulkner wrote. Same with Tolstoy or Hardy. To let that get in the way of enjoying such masters is unwise.
@@HughMorristheJokerI get what you're saying, but I'm a writer, and know that there are ways to make prose more fluent.
I, for one, am incapable of looking past technical methods and structural conventions that draw attention to their place and function.
It seems amateurish, as if my attention is in the hands of a less than masterful storyteller.
TheRedverb you actually just completely ignored literally everything he just said.
Faulkner knew how to write a good sentence, but he had no sense for tension what so ever. Imo, he never wrote stories, but rather things happening. He merely goes from A to B to C, and so on, never really managing any depth.
Sturm Bergi Building tension, you mean? But his writing suggests that he was extremely observant. And although I understand what you mean by him moving from one event to the next, there's no linearity. The narrators move across time / back in time, the pov changes, the stories are suddenly someone else's narratives / reflections.
What you fill in as the reader lends the tension, but I don't think Faulker was big on that. He sees reality with a Southern sobriety. At the end, he presents us a mad house of sorts that lay waste to most humans in the story (which is true for most of us).
He builds tension through the entirety of The Sound and the Fury and Light in August, but he is subtle, adding a small amount of weight at a time, and to my mind he has incredible depth. The Hamlet is a good example of depth, dealing with virtually all that is profound in The Snopes.
For me it is exactly the opposite. He builds up so much tension that I have to put down the book, shivering, afraid of a heart attack. And oh mine, are his characters deep...
@@Rafa-uj2oi Yes.
Faulkner's writing has the MOST depth.