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Loading ...Let me preface this by saying that I am not a William Faulkner “fan”. I appreciate the body of his work, I admire the beauty of his work and I do like his work. But I don’t geek out over the guy like I geek out over, say, Les Dorscheid’s Battletech and Shadowrun artwork (which is some of the most amazing artwork I have ever seen–it breaks my heart that no Loren Coleman novel ever got a Dorscheid cover, even though my pet project got some).
HOWEVER.
This gem from the Sports Illustrated archives is possibly the best “my first game” story that I have ever read, and it’s something that I plan to show to anyone who ever asks me why I like hockey:
An Innocent At Rinkside - Sports Illustrated, 24 January 1955
Hurricanes take on the Capitals tonight at the RBC. Puck drops at 7:00 PM. Go Canes.
(Man, I wish I could write like that)
Excellent find!
As often as hockey fans are referred to as idiots, this is a great rebuttal.
^ Gets it.
Personally, I’ve always found Faulkner to be unreadable. His passion for using overly descriptive sentences containing 100 or more words drives me crazy. I get distracted by the length of the sentences and end up playing a game with word count. At that point, his storytelling takes a back seat.
Once, when I was in my twenties, a girl dangled sex in front of me to get me to read “As I Lay Dying”. For the unbearable agony I had to endure, the sex wasn’t worth it.
Things like this remind me of that famous story about Kurt Vonnegut at a horse race. He masterfully wrote what would have taken Faulkner 5000 words with the simple seven word account: “The horse jumped over the fucking fence”