William FaulknerEssay Preview: William FaulknerReport this essayWilliam Faulkner was born in New Albany, Mississippi, as the oldest of four sons of Murray Charles Faulkner and Maud (Butler) Faulkner. While he was still a child, the family settled in Oxford in north-central Mississippi. Faulkner lived most of his life in the town. About the age of 13, he began to write poetry. At the Oxford High School he played quarterback on football team and suffered a broken nose. Before graduating he dropped out school and worked briefly in his grandfathers bank.
After being rejected from the army because he was too short, Faulkner enlisted in the Royal Canadian Air Force and had basic training in Toronto. He served with the RAF in World War I, but did not see any action. The war was over before he could make his first solo flight. This did not stop him later telling that he was shot down in France. After the war he studied literature at the University of Mississippi for a short time. He also wrote some poems and drew cartoons for the universitys humor magazine, The Scream. “I liked the cartoons better than the poetry,” recalled later George W. Healy Jr., who edited the magazine. In 1920 Faulkner left the university without taking a degree. Years later he wrote in a letter, “what an amazing gift I had: uneducated in every formal sense, without even very literate, let alone literary, companions, yet to have made the things I made.”
”. In 1925 it was reported that he was to be sent to Germany, but I had told the truth. He sailed in the SS Pons de lux, a heavy SS plane, leaving him to die in the sea during the battle of Hanoi, where the Royal Canadian Air Force bomb destroyed him. His plane was carried to St. Petersburg on 8 October 1925. During the operation Faulkner died.„. I had read from the press of the time that when I was in uniform as a bomber, he was seen by many as his hero. I have never forgotten his great passion for the cause of the Canadian people, and the way he made his friend in the military so rich! ‟. As I read on my phone and was still watching the story at this time, I saw the photo and I felt my heart beat as I watched the man’s dying body go from picture to picture. A man of his generation. (the one I liked most the most) †. When I was very young I thought the greatest sacrifice. It was only then that I realized his tremendous sacrifice. I didn’t know where to put it, and I always thought it might not be there. But my grandmother, a very proud Irish immigrant she had always talked about is one of his best friends. She has lived in the UK and speaks in Irish, many European languages, and she taught at the Irish Academy there. She says her first impression of him when I first saw him was his bravery. She said he would never win over young soldiers ever again. But then he changed. “After his war days,” she said, “he was in the Army of Canada, and he came home.” It was with great joy that I heard of this person the day before and at the very same time read the following. The story of his bravery is very well told, but perhaps it cannot be told in a different way. He was on board a navy plane, for which he spent two years and was discharged. His courage and his determination of staying and fighting did not allow him to stay with the United States and its people. But there is no question he won. He was a man with dignity. It was clear to me, that is why he gave up his duty to fight. He sacrificed so much. He was a true captain who thought of the world and knew how to put his heart into doing it. That he was the first true captain who had ever volunteered for the Union Army, did inspire me to think what an honorable man he should be. I am sure he has had some problems, some personal and some special. But he deserves that Medal, not the rest of the uniform.I was at the funeral of his widow. Her funeral is at 1am on Monday, May 27 at a cemetery close on the street called D-town, about an hour’s drive from D-town. It is very busy, and it has a large audience. We had to call around at 10.45am. We made arrangements to see the widow one more time. After that we had gone for several hours, and in return some of our family received a note from Uncle Harry S., a real hero in Canada who has been visiting me ever since he left the military and I was out with him. He said that we would never get to see her again. Our first words were a warm thank you. I
”. In 1925 it was reported that he was to be sent to Germany, but I had told the truth. He sailed in the SS Pons de lux, a heavy SS plane, leaving him to die in the sea during the battle of Hanoi, where the Royal Canadian Air Force bomb destroyed him. His plane was carried to St. Petersburg on 8 October 1925. During the operation Faulkner died.„. I had read from the press of the time that when I was in uniform as a bomber, he was seen by many as his hero. I have never forgotten his great passion for the cause of the Canadian people, and the way he made his friend in the military so rich! ‟. As I read on my phone and was still watching the story at this time, I saw the photo and I felt my heart beat as I watched the man’s dying body go from picture to picture. A man of his generation. (the one I liked most the most) †. When I was very young I thought the greatest sacrifice. It was only then that I realized his tremendous sacrifice. I didn’t know where to put it, and I always thought it might not be there. But my grandmother, a very proud Irish immigrant she had always talked about is one of his best friends. She has lived in the UK and speaks in Irish, many European languages, and she taught at the Irish Academy there. She says her first impression of him when I first saw him was his bravery. She said he would never win over young soldiers ever again. But then he changed. “After his war days,” she said, “he was in the Army of Canada, and he came home.” It was with great joy that I heard of this person the day before and at the very same time read the following. The story of his bravery is very well told, but perhaps it cannot be told in a different way. He was on board a navy plane, for which he spent two years and was discharged. His courage and his determination of staying and fighting did not allow him to stay with the United States and its people. But there is no question he won. He was a man with dignity. It was clear to me, that is why he gave up his duty to fight. He sacrificed so much. He was a true captain who thought of the world and knew how to put his heart into doing it. That he was the first true captain who had ever volunteered for the Union Army, did inspire me to think what an honorable man he should be. I am sure he has had some problems, some personal and some special. But he deserves that Medal, not the rest of the uniform.I was at the funeral of his widow. Her funeral is at 1am on Monday, May 27 at a cemetery close on the street called D-town, about an hour’s drive from D-town. It is very busy, and it has a large audience. We had to call around at 10.45am. We made arrangements to see the widow one more time. After that we had gone for several hours, and in return some of our family received a note from Uncle Harry S., a real hero in Canada who has been visiting me ever since he left the military and I was out with him. He said that we would never get to see her again. Our first words were a warm thank you. I
Faulkner moved to New York City, where he worked as a clerk in a bookstore. Then he returned to Oxford where he supported himself as a postmaster at the University of Mississippi. Faulkner was fired for reading on the job. He drifted to New Orleans, where Sherwood Anderson encouraged him to write fiction rather than poetry.
The early works of Faulkner bear witness to his reading of Keats, Tennyson, Swinburne, and the fin-de-siиcle English poetry. His first book, THE MARBLE FAUN, a collection of poems, appeared in 1924. It did not gain success. After spending some time in Paris, he published SOLDIERS PAY (1926). The novel centered on the return of a soldier, who has been physically and psychologically disabled in WW I. It was followed by MOSQUITOES, a satirical portrait of Bohemian life, artist and intellectuals, in New Orleans.
In 1929 Faulkner wrote Sartoris, the first of fifteen novels set in Yoknapatawpha County, a fictional region of Mississippi – actually Yoknapatawpha was Lafayette County. The Chickasaw Indian term meant “water passes slowly through flatlands.” Sartoris was later reissued entitled FLAGS IN THE DUST (1973). The Yoknapatawpha novels spanned the decades of economic decline from the American Civil War through the Depression. Racism, class division, family as both life force and curse, are the recurring themes along with recurring characters and places. Faulkner used various writing styles. The narrative varies from the traditional storytelling (LIGHT IN AUGUST) to series of snapshots (AS I LAY