My first encounter with the much acclaimed W.Faulkner. I had been expecting something deeply poetic, some eloquent rambling prose full of feeling and hidden meanings.
Something dense and intense like Woolf or Kafka.
Well, I couldn't find anything of this in Spotted Horses. Set in the middle of nowhere in the Far West, a group of men are gathered to buy horses in some sort of auction. That's it. The atmosphere is rustic and austere and Faulkner doesn't bother to introduce his characters, they seem to appear out from smoke and they leave as silently as they arrived, like some imagined spectres.
After this brief experience with Faulkner I feel frustrated because it's like I missed something important in here, I feel like if I was nearly graving it and somehow it finally slipped through my fingers. As I said, frustrated.
I'll have to read more to have a proper opinion, but for the moment I can't say I enjoyed my first plunge into Faulkner's world. ( )