Friday, February 17, 2012

Faulkner's "Sanctuary" : Final Thoughts

In the pavilion a band in the horizon blue of the army played Massenet and Scriabin, and Berlioz like a thin coating of tortured Tchaikovsky on a slice of stale bread, while the twilight dissolved in wet gleams from the branches, onto the pavilion and the sombre toadstools of umbrellas. Rich and resonant the brasses crashed and died in the thick green twilight, rolling over them in rich sad waves. Temple yawned behind her hand, then she took out a compact and opened it upon a face in miniature sullen and discontented and sad. Beside her her father sat, his hands crossed on the head of his stick, the rigid bar of his moustache beaded with moisture like frosted silver. She closed the compact and from beneath her smart new hat she seemed to follow with her eyes the waves of music, to dissolve into the dying brasses, across the pool and the opposite semicircle of trees where at sombre intervals the dead tranquil queens in stained marble mused, and on into the sky lying prone and vanquished in the embrace of the season of rain and death.

2 comments:

  1. Hmmm. Reading through your last three posts about SANCTUARY I think I've found the first book I'm going to buy with my $100 windfall...!! :)

    Judy, South Africa

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  2. Just be warned that there's a rape central to the story in Sanctuary. Of course, rape is also central to the Darnay/Carton plot of A Tale of Two Cities, and that book used to be taught in schools here. I'm really glad I read the Faulkner. It's probably one of his most reader-friendly narratives.

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