The Botereid

Friday, October 08, 2004

Bloom on Faulkner

The other day Bloom was talking about the only time he met Faulkner.

Robert Penn Warren and Faulkner shared the same agent, and this agent took Bloom along one dismal NY day to a lunch with the novelist. They sat around and drank for awhile, waiting. Eventually Faulkner showed up, already steeped in Jack Daniels; nevertheless, he was supremely courteous, a gentleman.

After lunch, the agent left. Bloom and Faulkner continued talking for awhile before Faulkner, staring out the window, asked, "So Bloom, what do you think of the day?" Bloom wasn't sure how to respond: "Well, I don't know. I suppose it's a day like any other." Faulkner turned back from the window. Bloom asked him what he thought. "Oh," said Faulkner, "I'm just waiting for my doom to lift." With that, he rose and departed into the gray.


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