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Absalom, Absalom!

William Faulkner's novel delves into the psychological and moral complexities of a Southern family, with a focus on the enigmatic and tragic character of Thomas Sutpen. more

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William Faulkner
William Faulkner

William Faulkner, an American writer born on September 25, 1897, and died on July 6, 1962. Known for his unique narrative techniques and profound descriptions of Southern society and history, Faulkner is considered one of the great novelists of the 20th century. more

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