Finished Go Down, Moses -- despite the temptation, I did not sprint through the last two stories. Didn't sprint through any of it, try though I might. One yearns to read this book energetically, but it keeps throwing up roadblocks -- you suddenly find youself in one of those Faulknerian whirlwinds of prose where time and place are in flux.
My immediate impulse is to re-read it, but I have no time. I look forward to it, though, look forward to going through it again. Funny when I talk about Faulkner I sound like the most willing kind of masochist -- please, master, bore me and confuse me -- make me feel stupid! But that's not it; his books have this core of mystery and interest that you find yourself wanting to satisfy, no matter what it takes.