Intruder in the Dust is less a mystery than a "how will they do it" story of 2 teenage boys , one black and one white, and an 80 year old White lady try to prove that an 80 year old (+/-) black man did not murder a younger white man when the whole county. or at least the white members, have been hoping to make that same black man "act like a nigger" for most of their lives. It is the who and why of that last clause and the why of the white boy that are the central point on which the tale pivots and it is through his eyes that we see the story. It is the most accessible of Faulkners novels and yet an understanding of it is essential to an appreciation of race relations in Faulkner's South; and, possibly the Modern South as well. As I am having major problems with the books I am trying to validate, and while I have OpenBook and can scan, I may stop pulling my hair out long enough to give it a try. Now if I understand the procedure, I should put the book on the Wish list but as All of Faulkner's works not already in Bookshare were in "my" eventural wish list, I will start scanning it as soon as possible. I have the modern library edition but it is annotated in ink so unusable. I wll try to get a paperback edition but if I cannot in the next few days I will try to scan my first printing hardback without breaking the spine. I will also send a note to add it to the wish list if I need to will you tell me if I need to, please. re:Punctuation. That last "need to" is an elliptical phrase which does not need ellipses as the "add it to the wish list" is understood. Ellipse and ellipsis are both word referring to the omitted text and the punctuation and ellipses is the plurral. I am not just showing off as I had to look up the plural and just am sharing what I read. Amy an obvious omst. ----- Original Message ----- From: Estelnalissi To: bksvol-discuss@xxxxxxxxxxxxx Sent: Thursday, August 24, 2006 8:58 PM Subject: [bksvol-discuss] Re: question about possible incomplete book Dear Laura Ann, The sentences at the end of your document match what I know about the way Intruder in the Dust ends, though I haven't read it yet. It is so tempting but I'm drowning in books. I've been wanting to read that one because it's a mystery and quite different from Faulkner's standard, quite depressing, formula. Web braille has a Faulkner short mystery as part of a collection called Murder and Other Acts of Literature, which has mysteries by E. B. White, Alcott, Warton, Kipling and other well known classic writers. Intruder in the Dust is one novel web braille doesn't have, so it will be a terrific addition to Bookshare. I've read 4 of his, all pretty defeating, but in Intruder in the Dust, Faulkner casts a vote for human dignity. Go William. About time! I hope someone grabs it soon while I can still resist it. Always with love, Lissi "My story is finally out there in the ether, a self-sufficient organism beyond my control, changing shape in every new mind that absorbs it." From The Night Listener, a novel by Armistead Maupin ----- Original Message ----- From: Agape Pet Sitting To: bksvol-discuss@xxxxxxxxxxxxx Sent: Thursday, August 24, 2006 8:34 PM Subject: [bksvol-discuss] Re: question about possible incomplete book here is what is at beginning of book..... INTRUDER IN THE DUST WILLIAM FAULKNER THE MODERN LIBRARY New YorkCopyright, 1948, By Random House, Inc. MODERN LIBRARY is published by RANDOM HOUSE. INC. INTRUDER IN THE DUST THIS PAGE IS BLANK. 2 Chapter One IT WAS JUST NOON that Sunday morning when the sheriff reached the jail with Lucas Beauchamp though the whole town (the whole county too for that matter) had known since the night before that Lucas had killed a white man. He was there, waiting. He was the first one, standing lounging trying to look occupied or at least innocent, under the shed in front of the closed blacksmith's shop across the street from the jail where his uncle would be less likely to see ((((and here is what is at the end page 248))) the fixed blaring of the radios and the blatting creep of the automobile horns and all the rest of the whole County's Saturday uproar came up on the bright afternoon. 'Now what?' his uncle said. 'What are you waiting for now?' 'My receipt,' Lucas said.