"For good or ill, the public has been taught to believe that academics are held to a more rigorous standard even than journalists—the assumption being that a scholarly book is grilled within an inch of its life, with all potential inaccuracies headed off by the peer review process. That it may not always be the case is the most interesting, not to say alarming, aspect of the case of Ledgers of History
: How many academic books are prepared and marketed with little attempt to corroborate their contents? And how easily might the claims of such an unsubstantiated book become accepted as 'fact'—and as 'history'?"
posted by enn
on Apr 24, 2014 -
This site has the aim of encouraging a wider reading of all types of literature, through a series of recipes inspired (directly or indirectly), by those works. It explores the ways in which descriptions of food are used to elicit meaning for a character trait, a foreign country, or social etiquette. [more inside]
posted by chavenet
on Mar 8, 2014 -
The Big Sleep is a film I have found a very intense love for. The rotating cast of shadowy crooks and deceptive dames coupled with the roller-coaster plotting makes this classic movie endlessly entertaining. Bogart and Bacall are electrifying together and the supporting cast is equally captivating. Considering it’s over 60 years old,
The Big Sleep still works in a big bad way and feels fantastically modern. It’s as if the film is simply too fast and too entertaining to age. It was crafted by the hands of some of Hollywood’s finest artists at the time and oozes quality as a result. Most of all though, this movie is just pulpy, fearless, fun and really, really cool.
- Pictures and Noise [more inside]
posted by Trurl
on Apr 7, 2012 -
The writer has—has been stricken with the—the passion and beauty of life, the world, and a—a demon-driven need to—to express that, to put it down on paper or cut it into marble or into music, and with that foreknowledge that he has only a limited time to do it, he may be dead tomorrow—he's got to do it all while he can still breathe, and it's a—a desire, a need, to put the whole history of the human heart into any and every word, every paragraph that he writes, and the obscurity comes from a belief which I hold, that—that there is no such thing as "was."
In the late 1950s William Faulkner was writer-in-residence at the University of Virginia
. Extensive recordings
of readings, reflections, and classes are now online. NPR summarizes
. [more inside]
posted by jjray
on Jul 15, 2010 -
Friday: William Faulkner's connection with the University of Mississippi
was a varied one, including a stint as an abysmal postmaster
. Regardless, Ole Miss has put together a vast website
dedicated to the writer. Learn about his life
, his family tree
, his home at Rowan Oak
, and even a FAQ
for those common questions. Learn about his novels
, his short stories
, and his poems
. And if that's all old hat, how about information on his work in Hollywood
, a source of academic resources
on the writer, a listing of other websites
on Faulkner, and lastly, a page of trivia, quotes, and quizzes
posted by Atreides
on Aug 14, 2009 -
In 1930, William Faulkner purchased what was then known as "The Bailey Place," a large primitive Greek Revival house that pre-dated the Civil War standing on four acres of cedars and hardwoods. Take a virtual tour of the home that housed this great American writer.
posted by Fizz
on Aug 11, 2008 -
Faulkneresque White House. Down the hall, under the chandelier, I could see them talking. They were walking toward me and Dick s face was white, and he stopped and gave a piece of paper to Rummy, and Rummy looked at the piece of paper and shook his head. He gave the paper back to Dick and Dick shook his head. They disappeared and then they were standing right next to me.
Hemispheres Magazine's Faulkner Parody Contest (Hemingway
too) via RobotWisdom
posted by publius
on Jul 23, 2005 -
The Sound and the Fury.
75 years ago, William Faulkner
finished his fourth novel
. It was published
later in the fall (October 7, 1929), and for the first fifteen years sales totaled just over 3,300 copies (an appendix
was added in 1946
, when most of Faulkner's books
were out of print.
Of course, a few years after that he was awarded the Nobel Prize
). It was Faulkner's own favorite novel, primarily, he said, because he considered it his "most splendid failure".
Many critics think it's the finest work of an American Master: the key to Faulkner, wrote Alfred Kazin (.pdf file)
, lies not only in the unflinching extremity of his God-blasted characters, but in the odd and unaccountable moments of redemptive human tenderness.
The Internet is very kind to Faulkner's fans: we can check out the Faulkner home
, his manuscripts and even his pipe
, trivia from his Postmaster's days
, we can read examples of his snarkiness
(hurled against Hemingway and Clark Gable
), we can admire the pages of screenplays
from his Hollywood
days. We can go to Faulkner academic conferences, too: in the USA
. Want to know what Bunny Wilson
and Ralph Ellison
had to say about Faulkner? Here
. (more inside, with Conan O'Brien)
posted by matteo
on Jun 11, 2004 -
"GOLDILOCKS. Slim blond avatar of unreasoning womankind: who loved not the porridge itself, nor even the act of receiving it from whatever unknown animal might have been responsible for its preparation..."
From the winning submission
of the Faux Faulkner contest. Also check out Faux Hemingway
posted by Pinwheel
on Jul 23, 2003 -
"I was driving a Lexus through a rustling wind."
Did anyone recognize the opening sentence of Don DeLillo's Underworld
? First lines often set the tone for a whole novel but they're fun on their own too. So, after reading this article
by John Mullan, I found this interesting quiz to test my identification skills. Well! The warm-up exercises are recommended for giving you a false sense of security, btw... And here's a bonus quiz
for Faulkner fans. Just one example: "The jury said "Guilty" and the Judge said "Life" but he didn't hear them
." They don't get much better than that, do they?
posted by Carlos Quevedo
on Oct 28, 2002 -