Sup baby!
This week we breaking it down with the Sound
and the Fury by William Faulkner.
Things ain't going so hot for the Compson
family, solid street cred and fat stacks of
that cold hard cash goin' to sh*t!
And speaking of sh*t, this story is a straight
clusterf*ck!
It's allll outta order.
And if that ain't enough we gettin the low-down
from the three crazy Compson brothers: Benjy,
who ain't right in the head, Quentin, the
obsessive brainiac, and Jason, who always
actin' like he got a stick up his ass.
The youngest brother, Benjy, ain't makin'
sense of the world like most hustlers.
Errytime this fool touch, hear, or smell somethin',
he get thrown back to memories of his fine
sister, Caddy.
Back then, Bejny would start wiggin out whenever
he would catch a whiff of Caddy skankin it
up with some local hoods.
Too bad for him, girl gets knocked up.
Bejny's older brother, Quentin, in a funk
when hear that not only is Caddy lost her
V-card, but she bout to marry some scrub named
Herbert to cover up the shame.
He all like, "No, girl!
Don't even think about doing that sh*t!
We should tell everyone we banged each other,
then bounce!"
But Caddy tell Quentin that she don't want
to play that game.
Sick of his bleak-ass existence, Quentin tosses
his ass right off into the Charles River.
He DEAD.
But since Willie don't give a Faulk, he gotta
confuse the hell out of you by introducing
another character named Quentin: Caddy's baby
girl who the Compsons adopt.
With most everybody dead, Jason gotta run
the Compson carnival and raise Miss Quentin.
And that fool so ice cold that he jacks just
about all that change Caddy frontin' for Missy
Q.
But it ain't long before Miss Quentin done
dealin' with Jason's bullsh*t.
She busts outta that house, boosts a stack
of Jason's paper and chucks dueces outta town.
As Jason hits the streets lookin' for Miss
Quentin, Dilsey, the Compson's maid, takes
Benjy to church, where some out of town preacher
lays down some righteous Gospel.
Later, Benjy ridin' dirty in the family whip,
gets smacked up by Jason, and keeps cruisin'.
When it comes to readin' and not knowin' what
the HELL is goin on, this text brings it to
the next level, B.
We given four different perspectives throughout
this mess.
First is Benjy, the simple fool who stuck
in a timeless present where words like Past
and Future ain't mean a damn thing.
Then there's the obsessive Quentin, who got
such a ragin' hard on for the past AND his
sister, that he ain't got no future.
And Jason, that gibroni, always blamin' other
people for his problems.
He spent so much time bitchin' about the future
that he ain't even got no now!
But the last section of this book ain't like
the others.
The 4th part reads nice and smooth.
Lots of scholarly homies call it Dilsey's
section, since she in the spotlight.
Dilsey don't sweat time like the sad ass Compson
crew.
Nah!
She got mad love for the big G and Christianity
so instead of looking just the past present
and future, she all about eternity.
And you know what?
This book so damn confusing and jacked up,
it takes an eternity to read!
Plus, nothing even happens- the hell?
See, most books got a central complication
that drives the story.
But up in here, there ain't no central event,
playa.
So what's the point?
Well, maybe that is the point!
If you bust out your copy of Macbeth, you
can check where Faulkner got  the title from.
Just like MacBeezy sayin' about life, this
book just a bunch of jabbering that don't
signify a damn thing.
But that don't mean the book saying life is
meaningless.
Nah, blood!
The book got words that rep meaning, but it's
meaning that words can't communicate.
Maybe Faulkner dropped us a lil something
bout how we supposed to read this bad boy.
Peep the good Reverend spittin' mad game at
his sermon...
Sometimes words ain't good enough to describe
life's ups and downs.
Sometimes you just gotta feel it, playa.
