Chapter Seventeen
Then everyone turned to look at Myrtle.
“What is it?” asked Myrtle innocently.
“You put Miles up to that!” said Tippy Chambers, icily.
Myrtle decided it would be wise not to definitively answer any allegations or make any defense. “Miles simply has good taste. Faulkner is a classic,” she said. “He’s probably one of the most famous Southern writers we’ve got. I’m thrilled we’re going to read him in book club.”
Tippy looked as if her head hurt. “I read Mr. Faulkner in college,” she said slowly. “I didn’t understand a word. Didn’t he write in...what was it? Unconsciousness?”
“Stream of consciousness. Yes, that’s his narrative style in The Sound and the Fury.” Several book club members glared at her. “I might have read it before,” Myrtle said with a small shrug. “I’m a
