...Sanctuary, a cheaply meretricious book, which [Faulkner] confessedly wrote as a shocker[.] There is nothing in Sanctuary to repay an intelligent reader, thought there is plenty to titillate adolescent minds, whereas in Faulkner's other books there are pages of genuine power or beauty which are like the rational moments of a demented man.
J. Donald Adams on William Faulkner's Sanctuary.
Guess what I'm reading just now. Meretricious? That's a good word for it. Or trashy.