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A strange book even to come from the pen of the unpredictable Nobel prize winner. Here, on the one hand, he seems to have taken on the mantle of the ancient ?? of ??, in long passages ??hymning the march of the frontier, the building that accented the passing years, the ??penorans of history in the making of which Jefferson, Mississippi, where his drama is enacted, is but a segment. The rest of the text is the bare bones of which melodrama might have been made by a ??lesser writer. In Faulkner's ?? and clipped and broken dialogue, one learns the tragedy of a lost woman, who has ?? her heritage ??side, but is caught, unwillingly, in assurance of a future of subjugation to her own bitter memories, her ??awareness of guilt, her abasement to the man who is her husband, but who cannot really forgive. The Negro woman who is convicted of the murder of a baby is proved guilty only of the fact not the spirit, but her mintrens has not even the escape of open confession. She must live on to make her servant's hanging worth the sacrifice. The lawyer for the defense is the avenging god in what is- in essence- a Greek tragedy. Faulkner comes closer perhaps to Eugene Neill than to his own tradition. (Kirkus Reviews)
