For a man who's been dead 27 years, writer William Faulkner keeps popping up with surprising regularity.

Recently, his mail, which is still delivered in his hometown of Oxford, Miss., contained a note from the Rev. Jimmy Swaggart's office thanking him for attending a service. (Presumably, someone wrote Faulkner's name in a church guest book, resulting in a form-letter thank-you.)Even crazier was a call from the radio station that heard that Vintage Books was issuing a set of corrected editions of Faulkner's works. The reporter who phoned to get the story said, "Hey, this is Joanne from KXYZ. Is Bill going on tour, or is he just doing phone interviews?"

Such is the latest news of the South's greatest writer. For 10 years, this news - some of it offbeat, some of it serious - has appeared in an obscure quarterly called "The Faulkner Newsletter & Yoknapatawpha Review."

It must be a labor of love because there's no money in it, says editor William Boozer, a former Memphis newspaperman whose interest goes back 40 years.

Faulkner still gets five or six letters a month. Some sound like letters meant for a man who is still alive. Recently, a letter scrawled on cheap notebook paper came from a "Hollywood producer" who asked the writer's advice on filming all of his works.