Yes, I have heard the Shakespeare's daughter story! Like many great authors, Faulkner was a terrible person all-around--racist, misogynist, drunkard, elitist--but damn, the man could write. He's one of the few authors I could imagine spending my entire life studying.
I don't think
Oranges... is better or more important than, say,
Orlando, to borrow your example, but I do think it's more than a trifle. Like yourself, I don't enjoy much of what is categorized as "gay and lesbian literature" (and I actually wrote a scathing review of Winterson's latest novel for On the Issues Magazine), but I think that Winterson has a talent and creativity that transcends the rather strict bounds of queer lit. She, like Woolf, writes about how (straight and gay) society view gender, sexuality and issues of representation, not just narratives of identity.
If you ever want to talk Faulkner, you know where to find me.
"You travel alone because other people are only there to remind you how much that hook hurts that we all bit down on. Wait for that one day we can bite free and get back out there in space where we belong, sail back over water, over skies, into space, the hook finally out of our mouths and we wander back out there in space spawning to other planets never to return hurrah to earth and we'll look back and can't even see these lives here anymore. Only the taste of blood to remind us we ever existed. The earth is small. We're gone. We're dead. We're safe."
-John Guare, Landscape of the Body
Updated On: 11/22/09 at 05:46 PM