Great American writers

Let's say I am put in an empty room - no doors, windows, or any possible way of leaving without murdering the reincarnations of some of the best American writers in history. I'll come out proudly holding Gertrude Stein's severed head. I'll dig my fingers into Sherwood Anderson's eyes, leaving him screaming for mercy. I save the best for William Faulkner: I methodically slice off bits and pieces of his skin and force him to eat it. How therapeutic.