"But this oedipal chafing passed, and while it has been long now since I've actually reread "My Faulkner," his luster as a navigation star was considerably brightened for me some years ago by Gabriel García Márquez's remark in an interview, after acknowledging Hemingway and Faulkner as his masters, that Faulkner is "actually, you know, a Caribbean writer." He didn't elaborate that aperçu, as I recall, but I found it charming to imagine that by transposing the greatest of our Southern writers just a few degrees in latitude farther south, he becomes one of the wellsprings of Magic Realism."