I really didn't know whether to give this book four or three stars. Not that it matters. But anyhow...
Faulkner's writing is gorgeous, and I love his conveyance of the South (this is the first Faulkner I've read). Also stunning is how relentless dark and negative this book is (if you can stomach it). There is no goodness here, and that that is (Horace Benbow) is ineffective and undermined on all sides.
However I wasn't so taken with the elusive nature of the narrative, with critical events only thinly alluded to. Not my cup of tea. Nor my cup of tea is that I found some of the actions (and inactions) of some of the characters (Temple, Gowan) completely unbelievable. That spoiled it a bit really, as whilst the story is told in beautiful language, the plot is not remotely convincing.
However, I'll read more Faulkner without doubt. I think his writing probably suits a less plot-driven narrative.