Thomas Sutpen

One of my favorites, although written a few years late. It's a story about the Sutpen family, which fits chronologically between Part I and II of the Sound and The Fury––what happened to Quentin and Candy after their childhood.

From a little after two o'clock until almost sundown of the long still hot weary dead September afternoon they sat in what Miss Coldfield still called the office because her father had called it that – a dim hot airless room with the blinds all closed and fastened for forty-three summers because when she was a girl someone had believed that sight and moving air carried heat and that dark was always cooler, and which (as the sun shone fuller and fuller on that side of the house) became latticed with yellow slashes full of dust motes which Quentin thought of as being flecks of the dead old dried paint itself blown inward from the scaling blinds as wind might have blown them.

(spoiler alert)

1930 to 1939 The Depression Writers