A review by jamesdanielhorn
The Wild Palms by William Faulkner

4.0

If I Forget Thee, Jerusalem, or as it was alternately titled The Wild Palms, serves as my introduction to Faulkner’s rich, but divisively verbose prose.
Two alternating stories interwoven by theme(?) alone this novel, while arresting in imagery and opulent wordplay, may not be his most masterful, as it sporadically lost its thread. Although I found the writing occasionally meandering and a tad melodramatic at times, the book’s overall tragic beauty will haunt me for some time. Surely a master at work but is it his best? I digress.