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That Evening Sun ist eine Kurzgeschichte des amerikanischen Schriftstellers und späteren Literaturnobelpreisträgers William Faulkner, die ursprünglich im Oktober 1930 entstanden ist. Sie erschien erstmals im März 1931 in geringfügig veränderter Form unter dem Titel That Evening Sun Go Down im American Mercury. [1]
"That Evening Sun" is a dark portrait of white Southerners' indifference to the crippling fears of one of their black employees, Nancy. The story is narrated by Quentin Compson, one of Faulkner's most memorable characters, and concerns the reactions of him and his two siblings, Caddy and Jason, to an adult world that they do not fully understand.
A summary and analysis of William Faulkner's short story "That Evening Sun", which depicts the changes and conflicts in the American South after the Civil War. The story follows Quentin Compson, a young man who recalls his childhood memories of a black servant, Nancy, and her life in the town of Jefferson. The story explores themes of race, class, and memory through the narrator's nostalgia and critique of the present.
A plot summary of the short story "That Evening Sun" by William Faulkner, a classic example of the Southern Gothic genre. The story follows Quentin Compson, a young man who recalls his childhood in Mississippi and his encounter with a black servant, Nancy, who is pregnant and in danger. The story explores themes of racism, class, and family in the context of the modernization of the town.
12. Jan. 2022 · A critique of the short story "That Evening Sun" by William Faulkner, which depicts the powerlessness and terror of a black woman in the 1930s South and the role of a white man's uncomprehending narrator. The article discusses the story's historical and social context, the technique of the unreliable narrator, and the themes of racism and violence.
That Evening Sun Lyrics. Monday is no different from any other week day in Jefferson now.
It was oh or no, I don't know which. Like nobody had made it, like it came from nowhere and went nowhere, until it was like Nancy was not there at all; that I had looked so hard at her eyes on the stairs that they had got printed on my eyeballs, like the sun does when you have closed your eyes and there is no sun.
