More Ghosts and a little Faulkner

I know some of you have been wondering about the ghosts here at the Wren’s Nest. Well wonder no more! On Saturday November 11th (yes, the eve of my half-birthday, thankyouverymuch) we shall know once and for all which ghosts, if any, roam the grounds of the Wren’s Nest!

You say that’s crazy? I say you’re crazy! After all, we’ve got electromagnetic field detectors, Geiger counters and electronic voice phenomena. Not to mention infrared motion detectors and portable thermometers. If these precise scientific tools cannot be relied upon to detect ghosts, I don’t know what can.

Anyway, ghost hunting should be a …different way to spend a Saturday night. Yes, it’s an all-night affair. If you want to join, by all means holla back.

Unrelated, I visited Faulkner’s Oxford, Mississippi home, Rowan Oak, over the weekend. If you ever get the chance, boy howdy, do visit. Not only is it immaculate and well manicured, you get to see where Faulkner went a little nuts and wrote the outline to A Fable, one of his late novels, on the walls of one of the upstairs rooms. Props to the curator who let me in for free.

That reminds me: Joel Chandler Harris was indeed a little before Faulkner’s time, though some critics contend that Harris’ work had a direct influence on Faulkner, especially in regard to his African American characters. Ironically enough, I haven’t read enough Harris (yet) to validate or dispute that argument. So I’ll get back to you. Or maybe I’ll get back to just me. I’m not sure yet if that’s something that normal people care about.