Making a special trip to the south of the United States to visit Mr. William Faulkner’s former residence is a bit crazy for someone who has never been star-struck. At that time, Mr. Faulkner was the brightest star in my literary sky. I must have been attracted by some kind of light. Transfer in Chicago. I can’t help but smile knowingly when I hear the place names such as Tennessee and Memphis that appear in Faulkner’s works. The sky is transparent, and when you look down through the plane window, you can reach the clear ground. I guess that python-like river is the Mississippi River. The story just flows. The…