Faulkner uses and treats time like a wishy-washy person
deals with a meal:
He may start at the main course, but you immediately jump to
another food because who really wants to eat cold side dishes right? But then
the person realizes that he or she does
not appreciate the sides as much as dessert, so he or she decides that they
want to grab the dessert and nibble on it a bit; it is sweet, but it is still
not as satisfying as either the main course or the appetizer. You go back to
the appetizer, which ended up getting to you the same time as the rest of your
meal, because whoever is expediting at the restaurant is new and really
stressed out because they got in a fight with their girlfriend over an episode
of “The Walking Dead” (am I getting too deep into this metaphor?) Long story
short, the wishy washy person jumps from plate to plate, getting a better feel
for the meal as a whole, but said person does not appreciate any of the
individual plates until the large meal is complete. The wishy washy person may
not have appreciated the constant shifting of tastes and textures, but once the
meal is complete, that person feels more satisfied than ever before. The person
may have had to use a lot more effort to finish the meal, but he or she feels a
lot more rewarded for doing so.
The point of all of this is that despite the fact that
Faulkner uses time in a non-linear fashion, his stories and novels are
legendary. We as readers are treated to flashbacks, flash-forwards, and just flashes of specific periods of time,
but by the time we reach the end of the beginning or the beginning of the end,
you appreciate the journey.
(Still don’t like As I Lay Dying though)
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