BrokenTune

FROM BEYOND THE screen of bushes which surrounded the spring, Popeye watched the man drinking. A faint path led from the road to the spring. Popeye watched the man—a tall, thin man, hatless, in worn gray flannel trousers and carrying a tweed coat over his arm—emerge from the path and kneel to drink from the spring.

I know nothing about this book other than it is by Faulkner and it has murder and evil at its heart, which, I hope, will qualify this as a book for the Southern Gothic square. 

I won't start the book until tomorrow evening but I needed to pick another book because Dracul will strictly be a daytime (or at most early evening) read.