William Faulkner wrote As I Lay Dying in six weeks while working night shifts at a power plant, composing it in the spaces between work and sleep. Published in 1930, it tells the story of the Bundren family’s journey across Mississippi to bury their matriarch Addie in her hometown of Jefferson. The journey is deliberately difficult, and the difficulty is both literal (a flooded river, a barn fire, rotting heat) and metaphorical. The novel’s fifty-nine sections, voiced by fifteen different narrators, constitute one of the most formally ambitious works in American fiction and one of the most darkly funny.
Addie Bundren is dying when the novel opens. Her husband Anse, her sons Cash, Darl, Jewel, and Vardaman, and her daughter Dewey Dell will carry her coffin to Jefferson in a horse-drawn wagon, a journey that should take a few days and that takes more than a week due to disasters both natural and human. A flood makes the river crossing catastrophic; a barn fire, apparently set by Darl, destroys the coffin and the animals; the July heat does what July heat does to an unrefrigerated body.
Each family member narrates one or more sections, revealing what that person wants, fears, and understands about the journey. Anse wants new teeth and intends to acquire a new wife in Jefferson. Cash, a carpenter of painstaking precision, has built the coffin according to specifications he considers correct and has broken his leg in the river crossing. Jewel, who is not Anse’s biological son, loves his horse with a ferocity that transfers all the feeling he cannot otherwise express. Vardaman, the youngest, is trying to understand what death means to a child. Dewey Dell is pregnant and has come to Jefferson hoping to find someone who will help her end the pregnancy. Darl, the most perceptive and most verbal of the Bundrens, sees everything and cannot act on what he sees in ways the others can accept.
Addie speaks once, from the dead, in a section placed roughly in the novel’s middle. Her monologue is a tour de force: bitter, precise, and illuminating of everything that has happened and will happen. She describes her marriage to Anse as a swindle, her understanding of words as false containers for the things they name, and her belief that the only truth is in the body – in blood and pain rather than in language. This section retroactively transforms everything the reader has understood about the family.
Faulkner places the dead woman’s voice at the center of a novel about the journey to honor her, and the irony is devastating: what the family is doing for Addie is not what Addie would have wanted.
The novel’s fifteen narrators are not equals. Cash’s sections are lists: numbered justifications for the angle at which he built the coffin. Vardaman’s sections achieve a child’s associative reasoning in a form that can make readers laugh and break their hearts simultaneously (“My mother is a fish” is one of the most discussed sentences in American literature). Darl’s sections are the most formally ornate, his language a measure of his distance from the pragmatic world his family inhabits.
The formal variety does not produce incoherence; Faulkner controls his fifteen voices without ever confusing one with another.
The novel is genuinely funny. Anse’s self-pity is a comic creation; his ability to extract labor and sacrifice from everyone around him while contributing nothing himself and believing genuinely in his own virtue is one of literature’s great comic portraits. The escalating disasters of the journey have a comic momentum that does not cancel their seriousness. Faulkner understood that tragedy and comedy are not mutually exclusive; the Bundrens’ journey is both simultaneously.
Readers who want Faulkner without the sustained formal difficulty of The Sound and the Fury, who are interested in Southern American life and death, or who want a novel that is structurally innovative without being impenetrable will find As I Lay Dying an extraordinary experience. It is the better entry point to Faulkner and a masterpiece in its own right.
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