I'm only a few pages in, yet I'm already frustrated with this book. Rollyson has a style of writing that's both languid and excessively eruditic at the same time, as he assumes that his reader is familiar enough with Faulkner's corpus of writing that he can make passing references to various works that his reader will automatically understand. As I've never read Faulkner (I gave The Sound and the Fury a try decades ago and DNF'd it after a couple of chapters) his arguments are basically just flying over my head, and I don't expect matters to improve the further I get into it.