Faulkner me …
July 30, 2009 § 13 Comments
Rather a continuance of yesterday’s pictures…if you can read the sign, you’ll see that this plaque marks the spot/site where Faulkner wrote SOLDIER”S PAY (didn’t read that one yet).
The building was erected in 1840.
On the site of a French colonial prison.
I am glad this building/house/site was not on the ghost tour we took. That would ruin it for me. I prefer literary refernces to haunted hot spots.
When I read Faulkner as a kid, I was anxious for and all about the story.
When I read him in college, I was all about his style.
When I read him now, his sentences and imagery send me spinning off into ideas and imaginings for my own writing and I can barely stay tethered, in a most delightful way, to the words on his pages.
There is much to love about Faulkner.
There is much to love about this building that has no doubt been painted time after time since since his last visits in the mid-20th century.
As soon as you walk in the door of the Faulkner House Books, this little table is there. I snapped these pictures on the down-low because I wasn’t sure what the Proprietess would say. Though she’s always helpful, if not tolerant. (check out the link which offers professional pictures of the place and wee bit of history – very charming!)
She’s in the picture below, at the little alcove where her “office” is.
This gives a glimpse of how small the shop is. Yet the shelves reach the ceiling, approx 12 feet high.
“How do we see the books on the higher shelves?” Laylou whispered.
“I don’t know,”I answered. “I never even get beyond my own height with all the stuff in here!”
A couple came into the shop and began talking with the Proprietess. It seemed they might have been old friends. Or, not. The woman kept repeating that she was looking for a book her son had recommended. She would ask him but he had just left for Europe. All he took was a backpack and the only thing in it was books! The Proprietess smiled and “mmmm-ed” and was very pleasant but was unable to discover exactly what book or what type of book the woman wanted. The couple left with lots of cheery farewells and the bell on the door tinkled and they were gone.
And Laylou and I went back to wondering what was up on the higher shelves but not really because we already had several books in our hand to choose from.