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Instead, store and living quarters meld, separated only by an iron gate. Boswell’s Life of Samuel Johnson is for everybody, one of those rare books whose principal characters give it universal appeal. Johnson’s personality overwhelms us; we envy him his never failing wisdom and his acerbic wit. But Boswell is intensely interesting, too, not only because he is so interested in himself but also because we find in him more of ourselves.
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The World’s Largest Man is a book-length love letter to his complicated and imposing, yet caring, father. It’s a collection of personal stories from childhood in rural Mississippi to adulthood in Savannah, all sewn together with threads of evolving relationships between Key and his parents and, in the later chapters, Key’s wife and daughters. However, there is nothing that I can say to enhance Key’s voice, so below is a sampling of what he brings to the table. Oxford provided Faulkner with intimate access to a deeply conservative rural world, conscious of its past and remote from the urban-industrial mainstream, in terms of which he could work out the moral as well as narrative patterns of his work. His fictional methods, however, were the reverse of conservative. A fourth section, narrated as if authorially, provides new perspectives on some of the central characters, including Dilsey, the Compsons’ Black servant, and moves toward a powerful yet essentially unresolved conclusion.
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They say the South is full of storytellers, but I am unconvinced. It seems more accurate to say that it is full of people who are very, very tired. At least this was my childhood experience is Mississippi, where there was very little to do but shoot things or get them pregnant. After a full day of killing and fornicating, it was only natural that everyone grew weary. The pious would read their Bibles, while their children would find a shady spot to know one another biblically, or perhaps give birth to a child from a previous knowing.
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To see, to hold, and to read their correspondence was a most exhilarating treat. Located in the heart of New Orleans’s French Quarter, Faulkner House Books is a full-service new and used independent bookstore. In addition to William Faulkner, the bookstore specializes in Tennessee Williams, Walker Percy, Modern First Editions, Southern Americana with an emphasis on New Orleans and Louisiana-related titles, and Johnsoniana. Many of us know Joanne Sealy as a mainstay of Faulkner House Books. She sits at the head of the table in the bookshop directing and advising customers and bagging purchases. She is a calm, elegant, literate conversant and guide to reading well.
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In As I Lay Dying, concision in expression is taken to a new level in the 19th chapter, whose five words – “My mother is a fish” —uttered by the son of a dead mother, are only one example of how the Bundren family deals with (or fails to deal with) the departure of a loved one. Set in Jefferson in Yoknapatawpha County, Mississippi, the fictional yet symbolic landscape for many of Faulkner’s southern American novels, Light in August has race and identity at the heart of its narrative. Its protagonist, Joe Christmas, is the victim of both racial and religious intolerance as an orphan with mixed heritage who is raised by an abusive, puritanical farmer.
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She thinks it's hard to grow up there and not let the culture and history of the city become part of you. While describing the new owners and their plans to list some of the book stock and ephemera on an updated website, Joe exudes both a confidence in the timing of the sale and the new proprietors. He appears content and ready for the next phase of his life with Rosemary, proud that what they have built is in capable hands for the next chapter within the storied existence of Faulkner House Books. Dean’s voice was weak, she appeared frail, though there was a contentedness about her. I could not hear a word she said, but I knew I was witnessing a slice of literary history.
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The stories and well-wishes, the love and support we’ve received this past year, from customers new and old — it’s all a loving testament to Joe DaSalvo. During the pandemic, it was the shop’s loyal customers as well as the shop’s subscription service that kept the doors open, even if the actual doors were closed for a while. Much of the credit should be given to store manager Joanne Sealy, who reads every book that comes into the store and has personal relationships with authors. Shopkeeper Peter Webb also has a personal relationship with regular visitors here. Joe and Rosemary called the store home and lived upstairs from the shop. Together they collected a selection of Southern literature and poetry and added a personal touch to all of their interactions here.
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Shop for books in the New Orleans house where William Faulkner once lived.
When bright young marrieds Permele and Garner Robinson decided to settle down, they made a unique choice, a townhouse on Pirate's Alley that included a bookstore. May the recent anniversary of his death remind those of us who treasure literature and who feel no compulsion to overexamine it for whatever reason of our responsibility to preserve it. Too many once commonly admired books have been dropped from our canon. The loss of generally shared texts puts basic communications in jeopardy. Our literary works of genius are much too valuable to society to entrust their future to experts or any other self-appointed arbiters of taste or correctness.
Joanne will remain in place after the ownership transfer to point all of us to many more years of rewarding reading. Blink while passing through New Orleans’s French Quarter, and you may miss this small, charming bookstore. But step inside, and you’ll steal a quick peek at the space where William Faulkner himself lived while in the city. If you’d like to order any of these, or any other books, or if you just want to chat about literature, please call or email us.
A custom ottoman of teal velvet and antique brass nail-heads was designed to anchor the room. It was created by the local Leonel's Upholstery to balance books and cocktails, with plush edges designed to offer a soft landing for a toddler. The bookstore, however, is what initially drew the couple to the house.
Brand must decide who to trust as he grapples with life after the Holocaust. Feeling expendable to the secret cause, he learns that only he can live up to his memories of lost loved ones and that true survival requires an open faith. The death on March 17, 2017 of Derek Walcott surfaced memories of his visit to New Orleans in the spring of 2002 with his wife, Fay. Major Jackson, a young poet friend then teaching at Xavier University, now at the University of Vermont and poetry editor of the Harvard Review, asked if Faulkner House Books would, with Xavier, cosponsor Walcott’s visit to New Orleans. We did and on April 15, with a large gathering of readers and admirers we celebrated the life and work of the Nobel Laureate from Castries, St. Lucia, West Indies.
His book-long poem, Omeros, is a contemporary re-telling of the Odyssey. The shop was named for William Faulkner, who completed his first novel, Soldiers’ Pay, while living here. Faulkner also wrote for New Orleans literary journal Double Dealer and was known to enjoy a cocktail or two and get into a bit of trouble in the French Quarter. Author events at Faulkner House Books are best compared to a relaxed and elegant cocktail reception. Guests are invited to the second-floor residence, up a curved set of stairs, to a tastefully appointed parlor, galley kitchen and graceful dining room.
Wine and an array of hors d’oeuvres await on the polished antique dining table. “Elizabeth was here at the time working on a novel about young men and she showed me that she had included me in the story,” recalls Joe with a proud smile. Natural light from glass-paned doors leading to a small courtyard washes the room, flooding across the green and white marble floor. The couple’s miniature chocolate poodle, Criolla, dozes nearby on a soft fluffy pillow. As Joe and I converse, I hear customers entering and scuffling around the center table, quietly remarking to one another about interesting titles on the shelves on this cool, sunny weekday in early December. Wearing a red wool turtleneck sweater, Joe moves slowly around the corner of his writing table desk, gesturing for me to sit.
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