Robert Moor, writing on the blog of The Paris Review, describes how much he came to appreciate William Faulkner's fiction when he worked at a distillery:
I read Light in August over the course of about seven shifts that first summer. A significant portion of the book concerns the exploits of a pair of bootleggers—a topic with which Faulkner was familiar, having run boatfuls of illegal whiskey into New Orleans during Prohibition. There are lovely passages describing the act of drinking whiskey, which goes down “cold as molasses” before beginning its slow, warm uncoiling.
Helpfully, Moor also reprints Faulkner's recipe for the perfect cold toddy.
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