A ship of fools goes aground in a lake near New Orleans, and the yacht‘s widowed mistress is not too happy. This book, Faulkner‘s 2nd (1927), has so many issues, including a sputtering narrative and Lolita-ish eroticism. And yet, so, I enjoyed it. It‘s funny. The characters stick and hang around. They can humorously romantic, and then suddenly full of deep drunken thoughts on the arts. One character reads poetry aloud. So…well…flawed but…