A Possibly Ill-Advised Idea for Structuring the Kolob Stories

I may regret this later. Usually this kind of thing I do. I mean, I feel a moment of clarity, which feels tons like the Holy Ghost and other good stuff and I get carried away on that feeling and then, maybe early the next morning when I am filled with nausea looking ahead at a long day of fruitless and overfamiliar labor and it's raining and there's a new letter from Dooshbag's attorney and I am filled with murderous rage and capitalism is most deifinitely in retrograde, etc., I feel shame at yesterday's exuberance and youthful hope. But maybe not this time.

The idea: I basically crib the basic premise of Absalom, Absalom!. Not the structure, just the skeletal story, in which a stranger shows up in a remote place, finagles this huge land deal, and disrupts a small town, and his son meets his secret past and etc. I rearrange the Faulkner telling to something far more linear, first things first. Then I pretty much plug in my peeps. I am way too overcome with lethargy and ennui to say more than this right now, so I hope it's clear what I mean. There is a murder. there is blind fate, there is lust and greed, and the whole thing I basically rearrange as modern Sophocles. Someone must die.

Huh. Not so appealing once I write it out.

Maybe I won't do that.

Feck.