After reading Benjy's section, I still didn't have a very good idea of what Faulkner's writing style is all about. But now, after Quentin's section, I get it. By lapsing into complete stream-of-consciousness writing, Faulkner allows for an unobscured glimpse into the human mind. However, the overall impression seems far from clear, because the human mind we are observing (Quentin's) is muddled and turbulent no matter how you look at it. The result is a sometimes painful, often uncomfortable but thoroughly worthwhile experience. Quentin's memories are relayed the way memories actually occur inside someone's mind: fragmented and disordered. Though some of the sections with no punctuation were hard to get through, I greatly admire Faulkner's unique style.
P.S. Sorry this post is late, I forgot how to find the blog!
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