“Absalom, Absalom!”

This chapter talks about Absalom, Absalom!. It begins by saying that “William Faulkner's vicarious heroic would have taken him to reunions of the American pilots who formed the Eagle Squadron of the Royal Air Force...His true heroics, visible and audible on every page, depend on fecundity, on the constant chance of saying something original by way of oratory.” It argues that Absalom, Absalom! is a visionary novel, a model of the impenitently pensive work of art. In conclusion, it notes that there is one big thing about Faulkner: he reminds you that, “when the deep purple blooms, you are looking not at a posy but at a dimension”.