A Rose For Emily, William Faulkner
I first read this short story in Eugenides' anthology of love stories -- My Mistress's Sparrow is Dead -- and it's been one of the most amazing pieces of writing I've had the fortune to chance upon. I just went 'wow' after I read this. I love the writing. I love the wistful melancholic language that lingers in your head, and the amazing ending. Oh yes I do. I really need to go out and buy some Faulkner. Meanwhile -- enjoy.
When Miss Emily Grierson died, our whole town went to her funeral: the men through a sort of respectful affection for a fallen monument, the women mostly out of curiosity to see the inside of her house, which no one save an old man-servant—a combined gardener and cook—had seen in at least ten years.( It was a big, squarish frame house that had once been whiteCollapse )