Confusing Classics

I finished up The Sound and the Fury last night under steady rain in Chicago.  The book insisted on constantly confusing me at the start with multiple characters having been named after each other, and an unclear distinction as to which one was being mentioned at specific times because memories/occurrences blended together without note.
I needed Sparknotes to tell me that Quentin was both a dead brother and Caddy's daughter.  For the first two parts, the name was referred to as both "he" and "she" to the point that I had no idea what was going on.  Maybe I am too much of a simpleton for Faulkner.

The first three sections were all written in first person by different characters (it was most useful in the first part, with Benjy describing the past with his run of memories).  For the fourth and final, the narration switched to third person, which I can't really figure out why.  I think I would have preferred if it had kept its style but maybe there was just too much hopping around at the close between Dilsey and Jason to keep focus.  I'm just glad it wasn't from the POV of Caroline, or else I would have pulled my eyeballs out with all the whining that would have ensued.

And that Jason (who is also named after his father. UGH), what a dick.  What a perfectly terrible asshole son for a whiny self-entitled/pitying woman like Caroline.  I'm glad they're both such miserable people.
On the other hand, I liked Dilsey, Jason Sr., and Caddy very much.  They were all very kind, and grounded, and really emphasized the ugliness of Jason and Caroline.
Also, as a sidenote, I kept thinking of toilet paper every time T.P. came around.

While we're on the topic of being confused, I had started At Swim, Two Birds a while ago but I cannot bring myself to go on at this time.  I seriously cannot follow what's going on at all and I am really not interested because of that.  Maybe I will start again at a later date but for the time being I'm throwing in the towel of disinterest.

Two weekends ago I went to Evanston to buy me some books.  I came home with an armful, after having gotten lost on my way to find the books-by-the-pound store, and stumbling into a strange place without order and old men eating pizza discussing celebrity sightings.   I did finally find my destination though, and along with the two large volumes I bought at Barnes and Noble, ended the day happily, with sore wrists from carrying heavy bags.