Dark and dirty things occur in the Deep South at the
dead of night, while the crickets are a-chirping and the big ol'
devil moon is smiling down at the earth. I apologize for the folksy
intro, but after reading "A Rose for Emily" by William Faulkner,
I can't help but get in the moonshine spirit of things. If the
bizarre effect the tale had on me isn't testament enough, I can
personally assure you that Faulkner's prose will have you convinced
that his town of Jefferson, Mississippi is as real as your own
childhood home.(read more...)
