The story "That Evening Sun" by William Faulkner struck a chord deep inside me. I identify with Nancy, having once been addicted to cocaine myself, and I know how it makes a person feel. I understand Caddy and Jason's curiosity and selfishness, and the way Faulkner uses the children's questions and arguments to help the plot develop. I am partial to tales of the eerie and bizarre, and enjoy the undercurrent of horror that is present in much of Faulkner's work. Additionally, Faulkner's several blasphemies and references to atheism in his story, intentional or not, amused me.
The fact that the name of Nancy's violent beau is Jesus (pronounced "HAY-soos when spoken, but which can be taken as the name of God's son when written) may be coincidence, but I thought it to be Faulkner's way of poking fun at organized religion. …
