Faulkner wrote when he was drunk. He said so. One anecdote he told about himself concerned a time when a local in Oxford, Mississippi asked him about one of his books. A gas station attendant, as I recall. The man said he finally tried to read one of Faulkner's novels, since he won that Nobel Prize, but the book didn't make any sense to him. And Faulkner said he didn't remember the particulars of the story, since he was drunk when he wrote it. Someone somewhere had to go through the stuff and decide what was publishable. I'm glad they did.

There's a Faulkner character in the movie "Barton Fink." His "honey" wrote all his books. Hilarious.