A reader advises me of a short story titled “The Barn Burner” by Wm.
Faulkner, and recommends it: “Like all great literature, it touches on
something universal. I have seen many ‘barn burners’ in my life, and am
ashamed to admit that at times I have found a bit of him in myself as well.”
I have made a couple of attempts to read Faulkner, but didn’t get very far
on either. Time for another try, perhaps.