Gnarled Memory

I am back from Chicago and a mindful respite. The weather was cooperative and opprtunities for rwading present albeit with a certain contortionist mindset. As I Lay Dying was revisited in enjoyed, espcially the section on language and it being a surrogate for the absence in human experience. The narrative was remembered from the onset with an unsettling precision, it isn't often that I recall such plots after 10 years. The Bundsen family is so aptly skecthed that I reluctant to note that I wrestled incredulously with the scope of dysfunction depicted within. Faulkner felt compelled by an ambition to leave a swirling epic of heartbreak and inferior faculty tattooed on the members of these unfortuantes, yet does one readily accept, this grab bag of disaster which visits like deified wrath?
Sanctuary was breezed through afterwards, it is noir but capable of steering the reader to moments of unchecked beauty. It was largely read on the CTA and amongst wailing little ones, but it was enjoyed nonetheless. The trip also yielded an expected trove of buying opportunities. naperville, Chicago and Indianapolis all featured some quality finds with the highlight being the complete Civil War narrative by Shelby Foote, which is what I will tackle next, as noted beofre, I find this interest of mine to be odd, a fragment of someone's interests as if misplaced in the dossier from the Witness Protection Plan.