As I Lay Dying (Collected works of William Faulkner) (Vintage International)

by William Faulkner

A true 20th-century classic from the Nobel Prize-winning author of The Sound and the Fury: the famed harrowing account of the Bundren family’s odyssey across the Mississippi countryside to bury Addie, their wife and mother.

As I Lay Dying is one of the most influential novels in American fiction in structure, style, and drama. Narrated in turn by each of the family members, including Addie herself as well as others, the novel ranges in mood from dark comedy to the deepest pathos. 

“I set out deliberately to write a tour-de-force. Before I ever put pen to paper and set down the first word I knew what the last word would be and almost where the last period would fall.” —William Faulkner on As I Lay Dying

This edition reproduces the corrected text of As I Lay Dying as established in 1985 by Noel Polk.

• ISBN10: 067973225X
• ISBN13: 9780679732259
• Publish Date: 30 January 1991 (first published 1 January 1930)
• Publish Status: Active
• Publish Country: US
• Publisher: Random House USA Inc
• Imprint: Vintage Books
• Format: Paperback (US Trade)
• Pages: 288
• Language: English
• URL: https://penguinrandomhouse.com/books/isbn/9780679732259

Reviews

[Michael @ Knowledge Lost]

As I Lay Dying is a classic American novel that was written by William Faulkner. This book follows the journey of fifteen different characters as they set out to fulfil the wishes of the recently deceased Addie Bundren; which is to be buried in Jefferson. Faulkner shifts between the fifteen narrators throughout book; one of them is even the deceased; who is expressing her thoughts from the coffin. As the book continues you can see the characters develop with each narrator’s perceptions and opinions.

This book is best known for its stream of consciousness writing technique; which can be one of the biggest struggles with this book. It’s a dense read and if you don’t pay enough attention and try to delve deep into this book you will struggle to enjoy it. I made the mistake of starting reading book out as like a novel and it took me a while to pull myself up and approach this novel in the right mindset. But eventually I did start enjoying this book for what it is; and that is as a piece of literature that helped pioneer the stream of consciousness narrative and the interior monologue.

Faulkner was never an easy author to read but I hear this is his most accessible novel so I’m worried about reading anything else of his. I did enjoy exploring his literary style and just seeing the techniques he used for this novel but this really isn’t everyone’s idea of a fun read. There are some interesting characters in As I Lay Dying and some very ironic and dark elements to the story. As for the plot and scenery I did find it lacking but that really wasn’t what Faulkner was trying to achieve.

William Faulkner has famously said that wrote the novel in six weeks and that he did not change a word of it. This in its self is a pretty impressive statement but if you look at the techniques and the novel as an overall piece of high literature this statement is more impressive that I originally thought; it makes me feel like a failure. As I Lay Dying is not going to be for everyone, it is a dense novel but for lovers of literature it is interesting to dive into something that has been analysed deeply. I’m not going to go into the side of this book because I doubt I could really do it justice. The style of this book is interesting, the prose are worth a deeper look and overall this book was just fascinating.

[jamiereadthis]

We’re quite obviously tackling death here and, I’m happy to report, the right way: the absurd way. The look-out-your-window-watch-your-son-build-your-casket way. Cash in particular is a treat, the most ingenious and generous of the colossally stubborn, comical, righteously misguided Bundrens. With Vardaman, and Addie herself, my standouts of the story. There’s a little bit of heartbreak hidden in the seams, as always. The quiet calamity tucked underneath the loud, but we don’t get tragic here, we stick to the simple blackguarded indignant absurdity. It takes some work to sort out the story, to see through the madness when you’re not being told what to see, and I’m ever-awed at how much of it Faulkner entrusts to the reader. The complexity is so rich, the patience so rewarded. I can see how it could drive some people nutty and I guess I wouldn’t fault them that, but God, I love it.

“Sometimes I think it aint none of us pure crazy and aint none of us pure sane until the balance of us talks him that-a-way. It’s like it aint so much what a fellow does, but it’s the way a majority of folks is looking at him when he does it.”

I know this may be a "classic" but suffice to say it was the worst, most pointless book I have ever read.