As I Lay Dying by William Faulkner
You can take this novel either too seriously or not seriously at all. The novel extends to both extremes and its interpretation even more so. I’d like to think that William Faulkner wrote As I Lay Dying being so aware of time’s passing. His manifestations – the pure characteristics that make the story so disturbingly rare – capture morality very distinctly. There’s always some kind of uncertainty lurking in the air. It’s restless, disorienting, and murky. You want to believe the reality of what’s happening – and it is, whether you like it or not, William Faulkner’s believable, pure, and transcendental writing makes it so – but you also want to withdraw. The novel taps into every nook and character that it possesses. Anse Bundren, Cash, Jewel, Dewey Dell, Vardaman, Darl. Each character narrates his/her own story. Even the few “outsiders” that shed light on the story play a key role in the way you experience and perceive the novel. The book has structure and emotion. It begins at the end. How even in death, Addie Bundren’s prophecy continues to haunt her family’s lives. The perfect portrayal of our misunderstanding of one’s dying. The deceased body isn’t the one that decays the soil, those that bury the body do.