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240 pages, Hardcover
Published February 3, 2026
This book grew from the belief that my mother's teaching materials, her lectures, essays, and notes to students, deserve to stand with her published work.
~ Ford Morrison
If race is hidden, and we are forced to find it, then we learn not much about race, but a great deal about racist discourse. Faulkner serves up to us this racist discourse in all its futility, madness, incoherence and obsessiveness.





This narrative sleight of hand, these stutterings, flashes of cards held up the author’s sleeve, the literary foreplay, the slammed doors after peeps inside—duplicate the surreptitious, desperately urgent activity of hide-and-seek played with race. Hiding it and seeking it. As a game it energizes us, it wearies us; it enlivens us, it exhausts us; it provokes us; it stuns us—precisely as the burden of maintaining racist hierarchy does.
“Race” is defined as and recognized to be a physical difference, the most salient difference being color; secondary differences are hair, features, and something loosely described as “behavior.” If these are the differences that matter, what happens to the definition when not one of them is evident? Race becomes what it in fact is: a socially constructed difference rather than a “natural” one serving purposes that are neither “natural” nor socially healthy or cohesive. Where race is easily and readily seen and spoken of is the very moment when it is most harmless and most ego-gratifying for “whiteness.” Rosa’s “wild niggers,” the Negroes, boys and men, who carry messages from Rosa to Quentin, from Charles to Judith, midwives, servants who carry the tale, reveal the news, etc. Where race is not seen, where it is most invisible, most elusive, is exactly where it is most potent and most threatening.
If race cannot be seen, Faulkner shows us, then it must be something else, something other than its markers. This “other-than-its-markers” is what the novel requires us to search for, to contemplate. If race is hidden, and we are forced to find it, then we learn not much about race, but a great deal about racist discourse. Faulkner serves up to us this racist discourse in all its futility, madness, incoherence, and obsessiveness. Thus it is not race, but the discourse of race that menaces, ruins, paralyzes, corrupts, and annihilates. And paradoxically, it is the discourse that both represses and searches out race. Formulated in speech, memories, recapitulations, letters, dialogue, and monologues, the discourse of race, its narrative practices, the idea of race, and the construction of whiteness are exposed as sources of national tragedy.
The merging of race with patriarchy.
“Racism is interesting in that way–it can be used for almost anything except for developing something new; it requires stasis, it requires constant gestures of conservation; it can only invent the wheel one more time.”