How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home, says Darl Bundren in William Faulkner's As I Lay Dying. How much Faulkner himself is speaking may be suggested by this moving collection of nearly 150 letters. Written during his twenties, these letters describe Faulkner's first encounters with the North (...I made my first subway trip yesterday. The experience showed me that we are not descended from monkeys, as some say, but...