You know, I never could warm up to the works of William Faulkner (pictured). I mean, I like the work of his contemporaries -- Fitzgerald, O'Hara, Cain among them. Just not him.
That said, you have to admire the balls of the man who went to work in Hollywood mainly for the money, said he was having trouble writing and asked if the boss minded if he wrote from home. The boss said okay; so Faulkner went home to write -- to Mississippi. How cool is that?
More about Faulkner's arrival in Hollywood -- 75 years ago today -- will be found here.