These very early "sketches" of street life in New Orleans were written during 1925, while Faulkner was "on his way" to Europe. They were originally published in the Times-Picayune. Neither the timeless city nor the masterful author that I know are recognizable to me in these short pieces, and I wouldn't have read past the first one if they had been written by anyone else. They do reveal the beginnings of Faulkner's genius at creating character, but I don't recommend them unless you're determined to read every blessed thing he wrote. ( )