This is both a sick work and a striking set of cultural contrasts. Faulkner, back in regular prose, has his town college graduates show off to drunken rum runners with loaded guns and opaque complex minds. It‘s weird and creepy in an interesting way. But like that movie, the story of Temple Drake is most memorable, but not in a good way. And it‘s really disturbing that Faulkner wrote it as he did. Some kind of trigger warning applies.