Tomorrow is a 1972 film based upon the William Faulkner short story of the same name. Directed by Joseph Anthony and adapted by Horton Foote, it is, in my humble opinion, the best and most representative adaptation of Faulkner ever made. Shot in black and white on a shoestring budget, it is a hauntingly beautiful film. It also has perhaps the greatest performance by one of the all time great film actors, Robert Duvall, as the simple farmer and watchman Fentry.
The movie begins with a young lawyer trying to understand the strange man who hung the jury in his first trial, a seemingly open and shut case of murder in self defense. It then proceeds to tell Fentry’s story in flashback. It is a story of isolation and loneliness, of two simple people finding and losing one another, of man and woman and nature and time, and above all, about love and the enduring power of the human spirit. Fentry’s character is simple and unsophisticated and quiet, yet his soul is pure and complex and heroic. Above all he is graced with the capacity for love, and in true Faulkner fashion, his love endures, and he remains true to it. Duvall masterly breathes life into a character who is simple and complex, in fact, his complexity and depth arise from his simplicity. Watch the movie, you’ll know what I mean.
When you scrape away the layers of his overly complex style and the guilt of his southern gothic themes and the twisted violence of his fictional Yoknapatawpha County, the Mississippi setting for nearly all of his work, what you find at the core of Faulkner is a romantic existentialist. He is, after all, the man who wrote the line, “given the choice between pain and nothing, I would choose pain every time”. Ephemeral and endure, two words that seem to be at odds with each other, reappear through his work, and I think sum up his central conflict, whether or not these romantic ideals can survive the unfeeling onslaught of time and change. In bleaker moments, he said “the sad thing about love is not that it can’t last forever, but that soon, even the pain is gone”.
It’s interesting that in his darkest and most famous work, the novel The Sound and the Fury, Faulkner took the title from the famous Macbeth soliloquy that ends with:
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
and then is heard no more. It is a tale
told by an idiot, full of sound and fury
Not only does Faulkner take this passage literally by having the first section of The Sound and the Fury told from the point of view of an “idiot”, the adult man-child and seriously mentally handicapped Benji Compson, the book itself is about the dissolution and end of the Compson family. The ephemeral tides of time wash away any trace of romanticism. Significantly, the most romantic character in the book, Quentin Compson, is doomed because his romanticism is misaligned – he tries to convince himself he is romantically in love with his sister, when in fact he is in love with death, and ends up a suicide. The Sound and the Fury ultimately is about the triumph of the ephemeral over the romantic.
In the short story Tomorrow, Faulkner goes back to the same stanza from Macbeth that inspired “The Sound and the Fury”, this time focusing on its beginning rather than its end:
She should have died hereafter;
There would have been a time for such a word.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
In closing the short story, Faulkner writes:
“The lowly and invincible of the earth – to endure and endure and then endure, tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow.”
Tomorrow, taken from the same source as The Sound and the Fury, is about the triumph of the romance inherent in the human condition over the ephemeral nature of the universe. I think he is saying that the unfeeling and unending movement of time and our romantic ideals of the human spirit are intertwined and tied up with each other. It is the passage of time and its ability to bury the past that give things like truth and love their romantic power. That a simple man like Fentry, one of “the lowly” is capable of such depths of soul is what will ultimately endure and make him, and us, “invincible”.
Or as Faulkner put it in his address upon winning the Nobel Prize for Literature:
“I believe that man will not merely endure: he will prevail. He is immortal not because he alone among creatures has an inexhaustible voice, but because he has a soul, a spirit capable of compassion and sacrifice and endurance. The poet’s, the writer’s, duty is to write about these things.”
Amen to that.