Absalom, Absalom!
The Corrected Text
by William Faulkner
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9780783881386,
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Thorndike Pr,
1997
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9780394556345,
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Random House,
1986
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9780394747750,
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Vintage Books,
1987
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9780824068172,
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Garland Pub,
1987
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9780075536574,
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McGraw-Hill College,
1972
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Vintage Books,
1972
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Random House Inc,
2002
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1999
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9780679732181,
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Vintage Books,
1990
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9780679600725,
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Modern Library,
1993
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Publisher Notes
Quentin Compson gradually learns about a secret from the past that threatens to destroy the Sutpen family.
Media Reviews
"'Absalom, Absalom!' is no Southern costume drama about bygone times. It has an all-American theme and a present-day relevance. Sutpen's virtues are those of a typical twentieth-century man. So are his vices--his dismissal of the past, his commitment to the future, and his confidence that, with courage and know-how, he can accomplish literally everything."
First Line
From a little after two oclock until almost sundown of the long still hot weary dead September afternoon they sat in what Miss Coldfield still called the office because her father had called it that--a dim hot airless room with the blinds all closed and fastened for forty-three summers because when she was a girl someone had believed that light and moving air carried heat and that dark was always cooler, and which (as the sun shone fuller and fuller on that side of the house) became latticed with yellow slashes full of dust motes which Quentin thought of as being flecks of the dead old dried paint itself blown inward from the scaling blinds as wind might have blown them.
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