I followed the action of this, which automatically makes it the best Faulkner yet. I remembered nothing from reading it over ten years ago, so I mention it as I don't with rereads.
This is iceberg writing I can accept. If Hemingway writes that two men are fishing and I am supposed to understand that the fish is a fine fish and a metaphor for the woman they both love but who loves neither of them and that hill over there looks like a white elephant, there is no way I am going to understand that. But if Faulkner writes "My mother is a fish" then I understand that a child is relating his mother to the kind of death he can understand, and how that makes him afraid for his mother because dead fish are gutted and eaten, and furthermore, she smells.