Writer William Faulkner died on this date in 1962. Faulkner won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1949 and delivered a famous acceptance speech. He also wrote the famous line:
"If a writer has to rob his own mother he will not hesistate; the 'Ode on a Grecian Urn' is worth any number of old ladies."
His divorce, of course, had just about put his mother under. It was then that she’d clammed up. There were no more Sunday visits from the three of them. Sully had quit going on Sundays himself. It was just awkward. His mom had lost her enthusiasm for cooking. Did Eleanor and the boy ever go on their own? She’d never said. He’d taken up with Rae Ann but had never introduced her. Then he’d quit Cutterback and started running the route. Drinking, more than ever, filled up his spare time. Then, when he’d quit Cutterback and gone into hibernation, he’d imagined she’d be happy. He’d tried to explain to her that he was writing, like he’d always wanted. Like she’d always wanted, hadn’t she? But why, she’d wanted to know, wouldn’t someone pay him to write? -- Chapter 41, The Misforgotten.
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