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We become one of these dead-eyed cowboys riding into town covered head-to-toe in dried blood and gristle. The story is based on My Confession , the questionably authentic autobiography of Civil War Commander Samuel Chamberlain, which recounts his youth with the notorious Glanton Gang — a group of American mercenaries hired by the Mexican government to slaughter Native Americans.
He is larger than life. Over seven feet tall, corpulent, hairless, albino, described as having an infant-like face and preternaturally intelligent.
He is a murderer, child killer, pedophile and genocidal sociopath. But the question that plagues anyone who reads the book is — who is he really?
The easiest conclusion is that he is the devil, or some other demon. His joyous evil and fiddle-playing are enough clues to come to that, but more controversial and less popular is the idea that he is actually the wrathful God of an uncaring universe.
He spends a great deal of time illustrating new discoveries — be it an Indian vase or petroglyph — only to destroy it when finished.
But here, there is no ascension; no salvation offered. He says that he will never die. View all 43 comments. Feb 05, Stephen rated it it was amazing Shelves: ebooks , classics , audiobook , literary-fiction , , classics-americas , favorite-villains , historical-fiction , life-changers , all-time-favorites.
One feeling I have is that Cormac McCarthy is word-smithing sorcerer and a genius of devious subversion.
He's taken the most romanticized genre in American literature, the Western, and savagely torn off its leathery, sun-weathered skin in aid of showing an unflinching, unparalleled depiction of man at his most brutal and most violent.
See the child… He can neither read nor write and in him broods already a taste for mindless violence. All history present in that visage, the child the father of the man.
The rest of the story follows the kid and his exploits with the Glanton Gang as they cut a swatch of violence across the borderlands that is unlike anything you are likely to have read about before.
This is not a novel about the history of the borderlands or the atrocities that were committed there. That is incidental to its purpose.
Not a beautiful subject…but soooooooo beautifully done. He's also among the most amoral, depraved, sadistic, and remorselessly cruel individuals I have encountered in my reading.
In the character of the Judge, McCarthy has distilled and personified the ultimate expression of war and violence. Fun guy huh? Historical law subverts it at every turn.
If God meant to interfere in the degeneracy of mankind would he not have done so by now? Wolves cull themselves, man. What other creature could?
And is the race of man not more predacious yet? And again. With other people, with other sons. The Judge is described as huge, completely hairless and very pale.
He speaks multiple languages, is well-versed in classic literature and has extensive knowledge of many of the natural sciences.
Whatever his antecedents, he was something wholly other than their sum, nor was there system by which to divide him back into his origins for he would not go.
Whoever would seek out his history through what unraveling of loins and ledgerbooks must stand at last darkened and dumb at the shore of a void without terminus or origin and whatever science he might bring to bear upon the dusty primal matter blowing down out of the millennia will discover no trace of ultimate atavistic egg by which to reckon his commencing.
His unique style combines both i sparse, but deeply layered prose similar to Hemingway i. The combination can be devastating and it's why I am so sure I only absorbed a fraction of what McCarthy was saying on the first read.
Almost every sentence, if you go back and re-read it can be chewed more slowly to increase the amount the amount meaning and flavor released.
This is the kind of book I think you should read once and then subsequently re-read a chapter at a time over a much longer period.
At least that was my impression. No, not dream-like, more like nightmarish as McCarthy constantly transforms the settings into aspects that call to mind classical visions of hell.
Here are a just a few quick examples I picked out: They rode through a region where iron will not rust nor tin varnish. The ribbed frames of dead cattle under their patches of dried hide lay like the ruins of primitive boats upturned upon that shoreless void and they passed lurid and austere the black and desiccated shapes of horses and mules that travelers had stood afoot.
These parched beasts had died with their necks stretched in agony in the sand and now upright and blind and lurching askew with scraps of blackened leather from the fretwork of their ribs they leaned with their long mouths howling after the endless tandem suns that passed above them.
The riders rode on. I was mistaken. Round two with McCarthy has found me once again knocked to the canvas with my brain reeling.
I'd be hard-pressed to choose a winner between the two, but this one definitely has become the newest addition to my list of all time favorites.
View all 50 comments. For me, this was my second time through and I liked it far better than my first reading.
I shudder to think that the horrors visited upon the Indians and Mexicans and homesteaders were all based on fact.
The apocalypse described in The Road is not too far a cry from the hellish country on the US-Mexico border which has not really changed if we exchange the scalper mercenaries for the drug cartels and yet the descriptions and language of Blood Meridian is more beautiful to me.
The symbolism here is quite strong and one wonders whether the author is a nihilist like his characters or if there is really some redeeming quality buried deep inside man I have not tried Suttree or Child of God, but they would have a hard time to top this one!
View all 18 comments. Jul 18, Lyn rated it it was amazing. After reading Blood Meridian, I may never view a western film the same way again.
To be certain, it is a masterpiece, a rare and unique work of literature that rises above classification and genre.
And to be certain, McCarthy must be viewed as a great American writer, one of the greatest in our time. That having been said, this book is not for everyone; it is painfully brutal, violent at it's heart.
McCarthy's primitive writing style emphasizes this primal, bloody landscape like a Jonathon Edwar After reading Blood Meridian, I may never view a western film the same way again.
McCarthy's primitive writing style emphasizes this primal, bloody landscape like a Jonathon Edwards sermon.
Glanton and Judge Holden, based upon actual persons, have been written as archetypal villains. The Judge may be a composite of Mephistopheles and Conrad's Mr.
Kurtz, and perhaps even Richard III. Strong, powerful book. View all 31 comments. Jeffrey Schmieder After reading it through, I left it on my nightstand and would read random chapters for a few months before going to bed.
Still amazing. IMO, his best After reading it through, I left it on my nightstand and would read random chapters for a few months before going to bed.
IMO, his best work. Oct 26, PM. This is Jane Austen antimatter. Trying to convey how this was so different to anything I've ever read, it occurred to me that it was like a huge black vortex that would suck early nineteenth century marriage plot novels into the void.
It's the complete obverse of sweet girlie stuff: no lurve, no irony I wonder if Cormac McCarthy has a humour mode? If he does, he certainly wasn't in it writing this , no insightful self-discovery or examination of the human heart.
No, this is bleak and bloody, go This is Jane Austen antimatter. No, this is bleak and bloody, gory and grisly, there are bludgeonings and beheadings, shootings and stabbings and skewerings and scalpings, and piles and piles and piles of corpses - as a film, I wouldn't have been able to stand it.
How could I stand it here? Well, it was usually over pretty quickly. He doesn't dwell long and lovingly on every detail: radical and dramatic images burn on the mind's eye, but no prurient poking and puddling.
Nasty, brutish and short. Stomach churning, but not for too long. Then there is little in the way of plot. Bad, worse, or imbecile.
So what pleasures does it afford, pleasures that can compensate for the horror? Or is it the horror that becomes pleasurable?
Yes, that is the worrying thing - obviously the language is a wonder and can make up for much, but there is a very troubling phenomenon.
The reader begins to take on the reasoning of the charismatic, satanic Judge Holden: this is a game in which the stake is life itself.
There is only life or death, nothing else. And the Glanton gang is so evil that we can take joy in their annihilation, and the kid is the only one who has shown the slightest faint scruple when it came to slaughtering, so we hope for his survival and follow keenly his fight for life.
And did I mention the language? Majestic, portentous, weighty, reminiscent of Milton and Blake and the Bible. Sparse, terse dialogue.
Sumptuous description. A fearless novel that shocks and troubles, especially when you realise that this is based on real events on the Texas borderlands in View all 88 comments.
Sep 07, Eric rated it it was ok Recommends it for: people who want to believe in the inherent evil of mankind. Shelves: literature.
There are two ways to evaluate a book, as far as my unlearned mind can concoct at the moment. Stylish literary flourishes sometimes cloud our judgment when it comes to evaluating the plot itself, which is, after all, the reason why the book exists.
This book is well written. If I'm a 11th grader, and I need to do a book report, I'm drooling over the blatant symbolism dripping from each page.
The scene is set admirably, though the repetitive nature of our brave hero's wanderings at least it's wit There are two ways to evaluate a book, as far as my unlearned mind can concoct at the moment.
The scene is set admirably, though the repetitive nature of our brave hero's wanderings at least it's with symbolic reason lead to a paucity in novel adjectives by the 13th desert crossing.
There are only so many ways one can say that it's hot, dry and empty. And dry. Boy, that sun sure is strong. I'm there, I'm with you, all right, it sucks around here, phew, the sun's really beating down today.
And there are a lot of bones. Dead things abound, OK, I get it. Then there's the story line. Explain to me again why I'm interested in the wanton marauding of a band of depraved demons?
So, we enjoy the dashing of infants into rocks because of the supposed literary merits of the work? But, you say and without quotes you say it , that's what it was like.
Oh yeah? It was like that? Says who? Why do you want to believe that it was like that? As bad as humankind is, our reality is not that despicable, though our souls may be.
Why do we have to play follow the leader behind our impish pied piper, pretending an enlightened understanding of some grandiose truth, while all we really do is sate our own personal blood lusts?
I wonder. By the way, if neglecting quotation marks somehow makes the book classier, why not just go all out and remove spaces between words. You better believe I won't be speed reading the repetitive descriptions of how tired everyone is if there aren't any spaces.
Why stop there, periods are for two bit hacks too. You're not a real author until you slaughter a few hundred non-innocents nay, no one is innocent while neglecting a basic courtesy to the reader.
Who knows, I don't speak Spanish, maybe I'm just missing the point entirely. How do you say "flayed skin" in Spanish? View all 40 comments.
May 18, Fabian rated it it was amazing. Cormac McCarthy's west of absolutes is a wonder to behold. Villainous attacks on people devoid a home, desecration of the westland, listings of all things in the majestic, transitory landscape like observations by Darwin at the Galapagos in lush sometimes horrific detail, murky human psyches, no dialogue, and especially that campfire philosophy by which anyone can find some sort of meaning in their modern lives especially if you're fortunate enough to inhabit the places which Mr.
McCarthy des Cormac McCarthy's west of absolutes is a wonder to behold. McCarthy describes! The apocalyptic landscape of "The Road" is here, but it's thankfully not as literal as that novel about human annihilation after cataclysm.
If you were shocked by the cannibals eating babies in that one This ultraviolent account is well researched, well versed, poetic.
The "Blood Meridian" and the act of scalping are one: you simply lose most of your head as you look at the very promise the west has had to offer.
My favorite line: "A lamb lost in the mountains cries. Sometimes comes the mother. Sometimes comes the wolf View all 7 comments.
Brutal and Poetic at the same time Just changed it to a five star, what the h This book is monumental. Seems like a contradiction, brutal and poetic, but somehow it works.
The story is bleak, dark, bloody but also filled with beautiful descriptions of the countryside, the desert, the people in the book.
The colorful Judge is some character. Tough book, not sure I took it all in and had to take some breaks during the read It was ev Brutal and Poetic at the same time It was evening of the following day when they entered San Diego.
The expriest turned off to find them a doctor but the kid wandered on through the raw mud streets and out pas the houses of hide in their rows and across the gravel strand to the beach Loose strands of ambercolored kelp lay in a rubbery wrack at the tideline.
A dead seal. Beyond the inner bay part of a reef in a thin line like something foundered there on which the sea was teething. He squatted in the sand and watched the sun on the hammered face of the water.
Out there island clouds emplaned upon a salmon colored othersea. Seafowl in silhouette. Downshore the dull surf boomed. There was a horse standing there staring out upon the darkening waters and a young colt that cavorted and trotted off and came back Based on historical events that took place on the Texas-Mexico border in the s, we follow and witness the grim and bloody coming of age of the Kid, a fourteen-year-old Tennessean who stumbles into a nightmarish world where Indians are murdered and the market for scalps is thriving They rode on and the sun in the east flushed pale streaks of light and then a deeper run of color like blood seeping up in sudden reaches flaring planewise and where the earth drained up into the sky at the edge of creation the top of the sun rose out of nothing like the head of a great read phallus until it cleared the unseen rim and sat squat and pulsing and malevolent behind them.
The shadows of the smallest stones lay like pencil lines across the sand and the shapes of the men and their mounts advanced elongate before them like strands of the night from which they'd ridden, like tentacles to bind them to the darkness yet to come.
They rode with their heads down, faceless under their hats, like an army asleep on the march. By midmorning another man had died and they lifted him from the wagon where he'd stained the sacks he'd lain among and buried him also and road on View all 29 comments.
The wiki page for 'manifest destiny' has a picture of a painting by John Gast depicting an angelic figure personification of America purposefully drifting towards the west, her pristine white robes and blonde curls billowing in the breeze, a book nestled in the crook of her arm.
Airborne, she awakens stretches of barren, craggy terrain to the magical touch of modernization. The landscapes she leaves behind are dotted by shipyards and railways and telegraph wires strung on poles but to her left The wiki page for 'manifest destiny' has a picture of a painting by John Gast depicting an angelic figure personification of America purposefully drifting towards the west, her pristine white robes and blonde curls billowing in the breeze, a book nestled in the crook of her arm.
The landscapes she leaves behind are dotted by shipyards and railways and telegraph wires strung on poles but to her left the canvas shows a murky abyss - skies darkened by smoke from volcanic eruptions and fleeing native Americans gazing up at the floating angel in alarm.
Whenever I think of 'Blood Meridian' from now on, I hope my mind conjures up this same image not because both painting and novel provide perspectives, albeit contrary, on America's ambitious mid 19th century pursuit of extending its frontiers.
But because Cormac McCarthy destroys this neat little piece of Imperialist propaganda so completely and irredeemably in his masterpiece, that all viewings of the image henceforth will merely serve to magnify the irony of this representation.
If John Gast's visualized panorama seeks to establish the legitimacy of the American Dream, vindicates the Godgiven right of determining the foundations of civilization, then McCarthy's vision of 'American Progress' brutally mocks the same and depicts the wild west as a lawless hunting ground submerged in a moral vaccuum.
Here, there is no line of distinction between predator and prey. Heads are scalped, entrails ripped out, limbs dismembered, ears chopped off as trophies of war.
Apaches, Mexicans, Caucasian men, women and children are skewered, bludgeoned, crucified and raped alike and so routinely and relentlessly that after a while the identities of victim and perpetrator blur into each other and only a dim awareness of any moral consideration remains at the periphery of our consciousness.
The barrel of the gun and the sharpness of the blade speak in the universal language of might over right and all humanly attributes are silenced into submission.
The wrath of God lies sleeping. It was hid a million years before men were and only men have power to wake it. Hell aint half full.
Hear me. Ye carry war of a madman's making onto a foreign land. Ye'll wake more than the dogs. There are no protagonists here.
Only creatures of instinct shambling along sun-scorched sand dunes, mesas and buttes, pueblos and haciendas, gravel reefs and dusty chaparrals, oblivious of the passage of time or the context of their grotesque exploits, unhesitatingly leaving a trail of mutilated corpses, carcasses and torched Indian villages in their wake.
Jaded as one becomes from all the savagery, one does occasionally feel some measure of empathy for 'the kid' but then he vanishes often among the featureless, faceless individuals of Glanton's gang of scalp-hunters as they embark on a destination-less journey across the cruel, hostile terrain of the US-Mexican borderlands.
In course of their blood-soaked, gory quest which McCarthy chronicles in exquisite turns of phrase, the identities of all the members of the band fuse together to symbolize something much more profound and terrible to comprehend all at once - the primeval human affinity for bloodshed which devours all distinctness of personality.
Only the ageless Judge Holden towers over the other characters as the Devil's advocate with his lofty oratory on the primacy of war and his unabashed exhibitionism and seeming invincibility.
It is the testing of one's will and the will of another within that larger will which because it binds them is therefore forced to select.
War is the ultimate game because war is at last a forcing of the unity of existence. War is god. In the last few pages when the Kid and the Judge parley in a sort of face off, I finally came to realize the real reason why the former is deprived of his centrality in the plot and relegated to the status of a mute presence in the background.
As the eternal representative of the debilitating voice of morality which is always drowned out by fiercer cries for carnage, the Kid's internal sense of right and wrong, too, fails to resist the evil within.
The Devil's cogent arguments, no matter how preposterous at times, negate all sporadic pricks of conscience. The way of the world is to bloom and to flower and die but in the affairs of men there is no waning and the noon of his expression signals the onset of the night.
Needless to say, this is the grim rationale that underpins all the interminable slaughter. And such a solemn message leaves one with a lingering suspicion that if we peeled away the glossy veneer of democracy, modernity and the daily grind of mechanistic endeavours and reduced any society of humans to its bare bones, McCarthy's apocalyptic vision of an amoral world is the only thing that might remain - a perpetual heart of darkness.
A conjecture as staggering in its enormity as it is bone-chilling. Perhaps, a conjecture with a modicum of truth to it.
View all 46 comments. Aug 16, J. Kent Messum rated it it was amazing Shelves: what-writers-read , chilling , true-grit , eye-opening , dangerous-writing , must-read , masterful-stuff , gritty , great-read , classic.
Quite possibly the most chilling and horrifying book ever written, 'Blood Meridian' is a unnerving glimpse of humanity at its worst during one of the most savage periods in American history.
McCarthy pulls back the curtain to reveal the unforgivable evils and trespasses our species made all too often and all too easily in a new world, a novel that shows us the true price we paid in bodies and blood for the expansion of the 'Wild West'.
Unlike some of Cormac's other work, 'Blood Meridian' is not Quite possibly the most chilling and horrifying book ever written, 'Blood Meridian' is a unnerving glimpse of humanity at its worst during one of the most savage periods in American history.
Unlike some of Cormac's other work, 'Blood Meridian' is not a particularly easy read for either style or subject matter. If your want to experience the work of this true literary master, I certainly wouldn't start with this book Try 'The Road', or 'No Country For Old Men' to get your feet wet.
Generally, I only advocate that people read well-written work that is fluid, pacey, and has total command of the language. But there are a handful of exceptions where I honestly believe that a good deal of effort is also required from the reader.
You will have to work to get through the pages, but it is rewarding in ways you might not anticipate.
The brutality in this book is harrowing, and also true of the time. There have been countless analyses of it, so I won't get into the many themes, messages, and interpretations it offers.
I will say that it does fall under the category of 'required reading' for everyone. However, it must be said that this book was not written for anyone's enjoyment.
It wasn't written for entertainment. It was written to open your eyes to a hell on earth that humans willingly created, to open your ears to the beating of black hearts.
If this book doesn't shake your faith in the human race, then nothing will. View all 22 comments. Mar 27, Dan Schwent rated it really liked it Shelves: , homework-from-the-ladies.
In the old west, a young man falls in with a bad crowd, scalphunters, and the worst of them all, the judge.
It's not often when I can't figure out how to summarize a book. Not only does Blood Meridian fall into this category, I'm also struggling with trying to formulate my thoughts about it.
I'm sure it's one of those big important books that has themes and things of that nature. It seems apocalyptic at times, with the judge showing the kid the horrors of the world, kind of like the devil and Jes In the old west, a young man falls in with a bad crowd, scalphunters, and the worst of them all, the judge.
It seems apocalyptic at times, with the judge showing the kid the horrors of the world, kind of like the devil and Jesus in the desert.
Cormac McCarthy's prose is simple but powerful. It also feels really smooth, like he barely had to work at it at all to get it on the page.
It has an almost Biblical feel to it. Once the kid hooks up with the judge and the Glantons, things get worse and worse, like getting kicked in the crotch by progressively more spiky shoes.
There were a lot of times during my read of Blood Meridian where I had to stop and digest what I just read.
It had a dreamlike, or nightmarish, quality a lot of the time. The judge is by far the most memorable character in the piece. The book really doesn't have much of a plot, just scene after scene of brutal violence.
I read a lot of detective stuff but this was one of the most violent books I've ever read. I could only read it for minutes at a time before I had to stop and digest.
Lastly, what's with the lack of quotation marks? Was McCarthy sexually assaulted by quotation marks while he was a boy scout?
Four stars, but not for the squeamish. If you have any amount of squeam in you, you'll be squeaming all over the place in no time. View all 28 comments.
Jun 17, Jessaka rated it it was amazing Shelves: lyrical-prose , western. Before man was, war waited for him. The ultimate trade awaiting its ultimate practitioner.
It is said that McCarty's most beautiful and darkest prose occurs in this book. It is also said to be the most evil book written. You were there when it all happened, and that is how it should be if we really want to know evil.
I kept putting this book down, leaving it for days. I just could not make friends with it. Then when reading it I would come upon some of the most haunting prose, and I would think, like others have, that I wanted to read the book again.
But most of all, I felt that I was not with the book, and the book was not with me. I hardly knew what was going on. Men gathered on horses and rode the southern borders of Texas and Arizona, maybe even New Mexico, just to find what who they could slaughter, and what they slaughtered were Mexicans and Indians.
I saw their scalps being taken, their faces blown off. I saw it all like I had never saw it in any book before. Days went by before I could I pick the book up again, and by this time they were dashing babies against rocks, just like in the old testament, just like the Christians had dashed Indian babies against the rocks during the Indian Removal Act.
Just to shut them up. You don't get the bloody details in bible, but McCarthy's gives them to you in detail in the only way that he knows how.
And at times I had to look away. I began feeling that there was nothing right about this book except for its prose. What is right about people who have no emotions when killing?
And because they had no emotions this book had no emotions except for those that you felt when you read it. And then I made up my mind.
I picked up the book and started over from the very beginning, and this time I knew all that was happening. At last I had made friends with it, and I knew that I would read it again, just for its prose.
He can know his heart, but he dont want to. Rightly so. Best not to look in there. It aint the heart of a creature that is bound in the way that God has set for it.
You can find meanness in the least of creatures, but when God made man the devil was at his elbow. A creature that can do anything. Make a machine.
And a machine to make the machine. And evil that can run itself a thousand years, no need to tend it.
View all 36 comments. Lorraine Superb review, Jessica. You are braver than I am. I do not think that I could read this book.
Oct 25, AM. Nov 17, Michael rated it it was amazing Shelves: cormac-mccarthy , meta-reviews , literature , s , goodest-reads , most-popular-reviews.
Yes, you're probably right. Butchering them. That's the right word. Anyway, since Cormac McCarthy has the most distinctive and powerful voice of any modern writer that I've read recently in my opinion , I pose the question: what if Cormac McCarthy were to revisit the classics of the English canon?
How would it have ended up? I think this is an important enough question to begin a new writing project, or, at the least, write a Goodreads review pretending I'm going to.
First, we have to establish these new versions of the classics will be stylized after McCarthy's Western Novels, starting with Blood Meridian and ending with Cities of the Plain.
Characteristics include: 1 No punctuation other than periods and question marks. At a saloon he meets the judge, who seems not to have aged in the intervening years.
Holden calls the kid "the last of the true," and the pair talk. Holden describes the kid as a disappointment, stating that he held in his heart "clemency for the heathen.
The kid seems to deny all of these ideas, telling the judge "You aint nothin [sic]," and noting the performing bear at the saloon, states, "even a dumb animal can dance.
The kid hires a prostitute, then afterwards goes to an outhouse under another meteor shower. In the outhouse, he is surprised by the naked judge, who "gathered him in his arms against his immense and terrible flesh.
The unnamed third man advises the two not to go in the outhouse. They ignore the suggestion, open the door, and can only gaze in awed horror at what they see, one of them stating "Good God almighty.
The ambiguous fate of the kid is followed by an epilogue, featuring a possibly allegorical man augering lines of holes across the prairie, perhaps for fence posts.
The man sparks a fire in each of the holes, and an assortment of wanderers trail behind him. A major theme is the warlike nature of man.
Critic Harold Bloom  praised Blood Meridian as one of the best 20th century American novels, describing it as "worthy of Herman Melville 's Moby-Dick ,"  but admitted that his "first two attempts to read through Blood Meridian failed, because I flinched from the overwhelming carnage".
Stratton contends that the brutality depicted is the primary mechanism through which McCarthy challenges binaries and promotes his revisionist agenda.
In McCarthy's work, violence tends to be just that; it is not a sign or symbol of something else. The themes implied by the epigraphs have been variously discussed without specific conclusions.
As noted above concerning the ending, [ clarification needed ] the most common interpretation of the novel is that Holden kills the kid in a Fort Griffin, Texas, outhouse.
Patrick W. Shaw argues that Holden has sexually violated the protagonist. As Shaw writes, the novel had several times earlier established "a sequence of events that gives us ample information to visualize how Holden molests a child, then silences him with aggression.
If the judge wanted only to kill the kid, there would be no need for him to undress as he waited in the outhouse. Shaw writes,. When the judge assaults the kid in the Fort Griffin jakes… he betrays a complex of psychological, historical and sexual values of which the kid has no conscious awareness, but which are distinctly conveyed to the reader.
Ultimately, it is the kid's personal humiliation which impacts the reader most tellingly. In the virile warrior culture which dominates that text and to which the reader has become acclimated, seduction into public homoeroticism is a dreadful fate.
We do not see behind the outhouse door to know the details of the kid's corruption. It may be as simple as the embrace that we do witness or as violent as the sodomy implied by the judge's killing of the Indian children.
The kid's powerful survival instinct perhaps suggests that he is a more willing participant than a victim. However, the degree of debasement and the extent of the kid's willingness are incidental.
The public revelation of the act is what matters. Other men have observed the kid's humiliation… In such a male culture, public homoeroticism is untenable and it is this sudden revelation that horrifies the observers at Fort Griffin.
No other act could offend their masculine sensibilities as the shock they display… This triumph over the kid is what the exhibitionist and homoerotic judge celebrates by dancing naked atop the wall, just as he did after assaulting the half-breed boy.
Shaw's article. Shaw then goes on to review Eric Fromm's distinction between benign and malignant aggression — benign aggression being only used for survival and is rooted in human instinct, whereas malignant aggression is destructive and is based in human character.
It is Shaw's thesis that McCarthy fully accepts and exemplifies Fromm's malignant aggression, which he sees as part of the human condition, and which we do well to heed, for without this acceptation we risk losing ourselves in intellectual and physical servitude.
Shaw goes in for a certain amount of special pleading: the Comanches sodomizing their dying victims; the kid's exceptional aggression and ability, so that the judge could not have killed him that easily; the judge deriving more satisfaction from tormenting than from eliminating.
Since the judge considers the kid has reserved some clemency in his soul, Shaw argues, that the only logical step is that the judge humiliates him by sodomy.
This is possible, but unlikely. The judge gives one the impression, not so much of male potency, but of impotence. His mountainous, hairless flesh is more that of a eunuch than a man.
Having suggested paedophilia, Shaw then goes back to read other episodes in terms of the judge's paedophilia: the hypothesis thus becomes the premise.
And in so arguing, Shaw falls into the same trap of narrative closure for which he has been berating other critics. The point about Blood Meridian is that we do not know and we cannot know.
David Vann argues that the setting of the American southwest which the Gang traverses is representative of hell.
Vann claims that the Judge's kicking of a head is an allusion to Dante 's similar action in the Inferno.
Three epigraphs introduce the novel. The second, taken from the "Gnostic" mystic Jacob Boehme , [ citation needed ] has incited varied discussion.
The quote from Boehme reads as follows: "It is not to be thought that the life of darkness is sunk in misery and lost as if in sorrowing.
There is no sorrowing. For sorrow is a thing that is swallowed up in death, and death and dying are the very life of the darkness.
Critics agree that there are Gnostic elements present in Blood Meridian, but they disagree on the precise meaning and implication of those elements.
One of the most detailed of these arguments is made by Leo Daugherty in his article, " Blood Meridian as Gnostic Tragedy. He describes the novel as a "rare coupling of Gnostic 'ideology' with the 'affect' of Hellenic tragedy by means of depicting how power works in the making and erasing of culture, and of what the human condition amounts to when a person opposes that power and thence gets introduced to fate.
Daugherty sees Holden as an archon , and the kid as a "failed pneuma. Daugherty contends that the staggering violence of the novel can best be understood through a Gnostic lens.
As Daugherty writes, "For [Gnostics], evil was simply everything that is , with the exception of bits of spirit imprisoned here. And what they saw is what we see in the world of Blood Meridian.
Another major theme concerning Blood Meridian involves the subject of theodicy. Theodicy in general refers to the issue of the philosophical or theological attempt to justify the existence of that which is metaphysically or philosophically good in a world which contains so much apparent and manifest evil.
James Wood in his essay for The New Yorker entitled "Red Planet" from took a similar position to this in recognizing the issue of the general justification of metaphysical goodness in the presence of evil in the world as a recurrent theme in the novel.
McCarthy first began writing Blood Meridian in , as he finished Suttree. Blood Meridian was his first attempt at a western.
It is his first novel set in the Southwestern United States , a change from the Appalachian settings of his earlier work. In his essay for the Slate Book Review from 5 October entitled "Cormac McCarthy Cuts to the Bone", Noah Shannon summarizes the existing library archives of the first drafts of the novel as dating to the mids.
The review includes digital archive images of several of McCarthy's own type-script pages for early versions of the novel. McCarthy conducted considerable research to write the book.
He followed the Glanton Gang's trail through Mexico multiple times, noting topography and fauna. Skickas inom vardagar. Fri frakt inom Sverige över kr för privatpersoner.
Finns även som. Laddas ned direkt. With an introduction by Philipp Meyer. The wrath of God lies sleeping.
It was hid a million years before men were and only men have power to wake it. Hell aint half full.
Set in the anarchic world opened up by America's westward expansion, Blood Meridian by Cormac McCarthy is an epic and potent account of the barbarous violence that man visits upon man.
Through the hostile landscape of the Texas-Mexico border wanders the Kid, a fourteen year-old Tennessean who is quickly swept-up in the relentless tide of blood.
But the apparent chaos is not without its order: while Americans hunt Indians - collecting scalps as their bloody trophies - they too are stalked as prey.Eclipse Magazine. This book is monumental. Don't get me wrong, I'm pretty sure I "got" what he was doing the whole time; but Inspector Banks Staffel 4 because an epic philosophical subversion of American expansionism is attempted doesn't mean it is successful. Generally, I only advocate that people read well-written work that is fluid, pacey, and has total Cast Away of the language. View all 29 comments. The novel begins with an introduction of a young Langston Uibel who's simply named "The Kid", though in fact there's no universal protagonist, and there are no heroes. That way and not some other way. Schreiben Sie den ersten Kommentar zu "Blood Meridian". Aleksandar Hemon nannte den Roman den besten amerikanischen Roman der letzten Mark Forest Jahre. Jessie Burton. Bernardine Evaristo. Pokemon Go Ditto vorbestellen versandkostenfrei. DE Produktbeschreibung Video Autorenporträt Biblio. Ups Sendung Sie auf 2. Blood Meridian von Cormac McCarthy jetzt im tromf.eu Bücher Shop versandkostenfrei bestellen. Gleich reinklicken und zudem tolle Bücher-Highlights. Chapter Three complements the second chapter's study of evil in Blood Meridian. Hillier examines whether the novel's universe offers a. Hillier begins his study proper with Blood Meridian. This second chapter focuses upon the novel's outstanding instance of evil, the indomitable.
Blood Meridian Passar bra ihop VideoThe Terrifying Philosophy of Blood Meridian (spoilers) Jessie Burton. KG Bürgermeister-Wegele-Str. Bitte wählen Sie Ihr Anliegen aus. Mehr Konferenz Sie den ersten Kommentar zu "Blood Meridian". Dublin Edward Rutherfurd 0 Sterne. Remembering Babylon David Malouf 0 Sterne. Produkt empfehlen. My concern being Gloria Die Gangsterbraut reader, I will begin by confessing that my first two attempts to read through Blood Meridian failed, because I flinched from the overwhelming carnage Kyra Zagorsky McCarthy portrays. Recounting the adventures of a young man from Tennessee, "The Kid", who has drifted to Texas in the s, this is an apocalyptic novel and mythic vision of a blood-red Early West.
McCarthy does NOT pull it off. When a reader spends an entire novel hoping the main characters die the worst death they can, it is almost NEVER an enjoyable situation.
One cryptic and ominous character is interesting, but not enough to make me care what happens to any of the others. Don't get me wrong, I'm pretty sure I "got" what he was doing the whole time; but just because an epic philosophical subversion of American expansionism is attempted doesn't mean it is successful.
It seems a lot of people love this, but I don't get the attraction. What people could see in this miserable story, I'll never know, when his later work like The Road is much more engaging and well paced.
Avoid, unless you enjoy reading about the slaughter of a Mexican village more than 8 times in one book. View all 13 comments.
Apr 04, Paul Bryant rated it it was ok Shelves: modern-western , novels. Tried twice, failed twice. I knew Blood Meridian was the Big One.
The Masterpiece. The one that fuses together The Bible and Clint Eastwood. Years ago I got to the Tree of Dead Babies and jacked it in, I got a lot further this time, but yes, I jacked it in again.
I tried reading it as Tried twice, failed twice. I tried reading it as an extended metaphor — The Judge and his band of murdering renegades is like….
Corona Virus! Of course! Repeat without any end in sight. I need to think about that. But not all books have to have an interesting story.
Some novels are essential for the brilliance of their language alone. And the whale is nowhere to be seen for most of Moby Dick. This type of book is on a whole other level, where vocabulary, clauses, gerunds, rhetoric works a magic to draw aside the clouds in our minds and present us with something grand we could not have suspected was there.
The man makes even the most repulsive images seem ineffably beautiful. He makes hell sound sublime. And there are sentences here that will make you gasp in a good way.
They rode through regions of particoloured stone upthrust in ragged kerfs and shelves of traprock reared in faults and anticlines curved back upon themselves and broken off like stumps of great stone treeboles and stones the lightning had clove open, seeps exploding in steam in some old storm.
I love that, I have no problem with the and…and…and. You could read that phrase in an early Marvel comic. It seems I look at this stuff differently to some readers.
One reviewer singled out this passage for great praise. The flames sawed in the wind and the embers paled and deepened and paled and deepened like the bloodbeat of some living thing eviscerate upon the ground before them and they watched the fire which does contain within it something of men themselves inasmuch as they are less without it and are divided from their origins and are exiles.
For each fire is all fires, and the first fire and the last ever to be. But I get to the end of that and I think come on Cormac, stop trying so hard.
Each fire is all fires. Horse is the horseness of all horse. Yeah yeah. Lovecraft, to Norman Mailer. For three or four pages at a time, out come the similes, they pepper the reader like… er….
Cormac, help me out here… From pages Like pencil lines Like strands of the night Like tentacles Like an army asleep on the march Like dogs Like loom-shafts Like sidewinder tracks Like a ghost army Like shades of figures erased upon a board Like pilgrims exhausted Like reflections in a lake Like a great electric kite Like slender astrolabes Like a myriad of eyes Like the palest stain Like a land of some other order Like some demon kingdom So that began to wear me down too.
But I hated the endless massacres in this one. And pretty much that's all there is. Maybe I just had my fill of violence.
Blame the movies. I quit. Stop kicking me, Cormac. View all 14 comments. Apr 10, Eric rated it it was amazing Shelves: massacres , westward-ho , historiophantasmagoria , lurid , shouldreread , favorites.
Fuck yeah. This is great. I felt fully absorbed and enclosed in the nightmare. I was scared. McCarthy at his very best commands some black and frightful reserves.
Everything bodied forth complete, final, and inevitable. I find no seam. I think that the sacredness of human life is a purely municipal ideal of no validity outside the jurisdiction.
I believe that force…is the ultima ratio, and between two groups that want to make inconsistent kinds of world I see no remedy except force.
So does McCarthy. Hence my fear. Save for their guns and buckles and a few pieces of metal in the harness of the animals there was nothing about these arrivals to suggest even the discovery of the wheel.
Philosophizing and killing; meditating upon ruins and making them. A cold kiva of the Anasazi is his perfect lectern.
My unrevised undergraduate prejudice against Faulkner centers on mushmouthed prolixity. Perhaps an inevitable opinion when Absalom, Absalom!
I love the Mexican War just a bit less than the Civil—the former the bloody nursery of the latter. The historical John Joel Glanton rode with the Texas Rangers during the war and made epic desert rides scouting for the army.
The war and its aftermath was the great age of the filibustero , the freebooter, the hired gun paid partly in plunder.
It was a time when a band of Americans armed with rifles and the new six-shooters was thought invincible against mestizo conscripts with antique muskets and Indians with simple bows.
During the s bands of adventurers sallied forth from New Orleans, Mobile and San Francisco ambitious to reproduce the seizure of California in Cuba, Nicaragua and Baja.
Some were picked up by the navy and set back; others made landfall and proclaimed brief chimerical kingdoms; and still others were captured and garroted in crowded plazas or stood against walls and shot down by squads of fusileros.
This was neither the first nor the last of many American filibustering expeditions south of the border during the unquiet years following the Mexican War.
The chronic instability and frequent overthrows of the government in Mexico City created power vacuums filled by bandit chieftains and gringo invaders who kept the border in a constant state of upheaval.
View all 11 comments. Jun 29, Aubrey rated it it was amazing Shelves: prose-prose-prose , reviewed , 1-read-on-hand , r-goodreads , books-are-the-best-invention , 5-star , r That's so, said the judge.
They do not have to have a reason. But order is not set aside because of their indifference. Rugged individualism. There's a whole unholy host of words one could use in reckoning with this, some more explicated than others.
Penchants for ideological idiosyncrasies and survival have shaped mine; yours are your own. May the last speaker standing still breath.
History, human, homicid That's so, said the judge. History, human, homicide. We have a tendency towards pitifully writhing in worship of these contextualized monstrosities, whether as sideshow or self-censorship.
The unfathomable brutality of mechanistic fate! As if the horrorshow were as simple as that. Does the smell of shit affront you?
Do the imaginative contortions of infants swung into the ground, unfused skulls spilling forth their soft and greasy contents, disturb you unduly?
Would you prefer to take your eyes elsewhere, leaving behind pleas of too much for your delicate sensibilities ringing out over the skinning, the gutting, the rapes through every orifice known to man and then some?
You might have actually learned something true about that heritage of your oh so civilized existence. And those thrusting forth your chests of nonfiction bents and nonfiction alone, please.
Take your panderings at objectivity to some other plain of existence where the records are less choked with old white men and their accredited desecration.
Here, the only right guaranteed to you and all is to die. In the neuter austerity of that terrain all phenomena were bequeathed a strange equality and no one thing nor spider nor stone nor blade of grass could put forth claim to precedence.
The very clarity of these articles belied their familiarity, for the eye predicates the whole on some feature or part and here was nothing more luminous than another and nothing more enshadowed and in the optical democracy of such landscapes all preference is made whimsical and a man and a rock become endowed with unguessed kinships.
If you set forth onto the borderline of one culture stretching out its self-assured entrails of weaponry and their users into the breaking and bloodying brains of another, yes, you will find a finality.
To call it righteous and cloak it in some bandy-legged slogan of manifest destiny, though, is just lazy ableism fearful of its own nihilistic yearnings.
Here, in the good ol' U. So long as the majority averts with one eye and glorifies with the other the right of violence to the spoils of humanity, ever it shall be.
God forbid we ever tear down the mechanistic icon and uncover the morass of mutilation being boiled to futile dregs as its one and only fuel in an effort to understand and atone.
However shall we live with ourselves ever after? Those who travel in desert places do indeed meet with creatures surpassing all description.
He dances in light and in shadow and he is a great favorite. He never sleeps, the judge. He is dancing, dancing. View all 30 comments. Aug 13, Alex rated it it was amazing Shelves: top , reading-through-history , best-villains , , favorite-reviews , rth-lifetime.
Based on a true story about how everyone is terrible and life is torment, and also this guy's diary which sounds like a joy, Blood Meridian has more in common with Inferno and Paradise Lost than any specifically earthly matters.
It feels more like a tour of Hell than of the Southwest circa , and the monumental Judge Holden is the best Satan since Milton's, a relentlessly amoral force who insists on only two things: war and science.
Like Milton's Satan, he gets all the best lines: Whatever exists without my knowledge exists without my consent Only nature can enslave man and only when the existence of each last entity is routed out and made to stand naked before him will he be properly suzerain of the earth.
By the way, and watch what happens next: What's a suzerain? A keeper. A keeper or overlord. Why not say keeper then? McCarthy does that after many of the Judge's speeches - just poking at them, and poking at his own tendency toward high-falutin' language while he's at it.
No one forgets the horror of this book, but almost everyone forgets that it's funny. But McCarthy does share Milton's terrible force and authority with language.
And, while we're making comparisons, David Foster Wallace's tendency to play "fuck you" with a thesaurus. What I learned about how to read him: a do it slowly; b don't worry overmuch about all the words you don't understand.
Although it is nice to read on a Kindle so you can look at least some of them up. And take some pleasure in the moments when McCarthy describes "a urinecoloured sun," or "a solitary lobo, perhaps gray at the muzzle, hung like a marionette from the moon with his long mouth gibbering.
Tough to read. But it's very good. And I don't even mean that sort of book where you're like ugh, I guess it's good, I wish it was also enjoyable to read.
You do get that feeling sometimes, but it fades as you go. By the end, the weirdest thing happens: as the climax hits you're actually excited.
You're hoping the good guys, such as they are - less bad? I'm not sure this is a Great American Novel, just because I'm not altogether convinced it takes place in America.
This America looks a lot like an Inferno. But it is great. Blood Meridian Charades One of the things Cormac McCarthy enjoys is dead babies, but another is writing "like some" and then something insane.
He stole this from Faulkner. In this game, you pick anything that comes after "like some," and then try to act it out.
If your friends don't get it, everyone drinks! Here, I've picked out a few to get you started: Like some Have fun and keep it clean!
Nov 26, Bart rated it liked it Recommends it for: Fans of westerns. In Blood Meridian McCarthy writes about three or four wolves, calls them humans - those characters he bothers to name at all - and shows that with enough talent and powerful prose, a writer and his work can be called "great" without having to develop a single character in pages.
Among those who would be unsatisfied with the mere word "great" and have to go furt In Cormac McCarthy's novel The Crossing , McCarthy proves he can write about about the travels of a wolf in a poetic and engaging way.
Among those who would be unsatisfied with the mere word "great" and have to go further in describing Blood Meridian , unbelievably enough, we find literary critic Harold Bloom.
Bloom, who has published at least 1, pages that say irony and character development are the only measures of a major writer, is ridiculous in his praise, writing that Blood Meridian is "clearly the major esthetic achievement of any living American writer.
So overpowering, in fact, that where lesser writers would come to a moral dilemma and have to use it to shape a character somehow, McCarthy simply overpowers the story and character and reader with his prose.
For this he's earned comparisons with everyone from Dante Alighieri to Homer to Melville to Faulkner. Frankly, he can have his comparisons to Faulkner, but he can't have Melville.
But the Judge is about what Ahab would be if we didn't know he'd lost his leg, didn't spend pages chasing his whale and just came to the last few pages of biblical soliloquies about Ahab thrusting his spear.
The most McCarthy's willing to do for us in the way of character development is capture the Judge thrusting his spear over and over again - with newer and more accomplished and more grotesque depictions on each page.
Why is the Judge thrusting his spear? Something about the permanence of war and violence. When it comes time for such explanations, McCarthy either offers us an indecipherable sermon of florid language from the Judge or provides an insight like this: "For this will to deceive that is in things luminous may manifest itself likewise in retrospect and so by sleight of some fixed part of a journey already accomplished may also post men to fraudulent destinies.
One needn't be a lazy reader to realize, quite early on, that there's little irony to be found in McCarthy's prose.
Really, what we have in The Crossing , Cities of the Plain , Blood Meridian and The Road are travelogues written in a fierce American prose and offering some of the most beautiful depictions of gore in a century of literature.
About that prose a different - and probably better - critic than Bloom, James Wood, memorably writes: " McCarthy is an American ham.
When critics laud him for being biblical, they are hearing sounds that are more often than not merely antiquarian, a kind of vatic histrionic groping, in which the prose plumes itself up and flourishes an ostentatiously obsolete lexicon.
Blood Fustian, this style might be called. And if one wishes to catch McCarthy doing honest-to-goodness storytelling, one is better off reading or seeing No Country for Old Men.
Or, as an unnamed character in Blood Meridian , who goes by the moniker "the kid", thinks to explain things after , words of changing not one bit: "I aint with you".
View all 17 comments. The picture that McCarthy paints of the west in the Mid 19th century is almost as savage, brutal, and violent that you will probably ever read.
The fact that the narrative revolves around a group of militia scalp hunters only adds to the violence. McCarthy never lets the reader get close to any character in the whole book.
In fact, the characters feel like parts of the landscape, brutal vicious parts of a dead landscape, which to me, while reading, seemed to be like some surrealist Dali painting focussing on death.
At most points in this book you feel as if you are in some surreal nightmare. As this group of hunters make their way through this dead landscape, that is exactly how it feels, a black world devoid of life, and when life is found it is must be savagely destroyed before it savagely destroys you.
Many thoughts ran through my mind while reading this book, and I pondered on what McCarthy was trying to achieve.
Is he giving the reader a depiction of what life in this era and area was really like? Is this an anti-western to dispel the Hollywood representation, or does this book go much deeper?
Is it a look into our primal base level and what we are capable of in the wild with no law or consequences to inhibit our actions and instinct?
Devoid of punctuation, at times poetic, but always stunningly descriptive. In fact, I would go so far as to say that the descriptive portrayal of this brutal world is what makes this book such a classic.
It is the writing, not the characters, not the narrative, but the writing, which is so good, that it rises above the other elements of the book.
I feel that while I enjoyed the writing so much there is just too much of this novel that went over my head with just the one reading. Hopefully with further reading my understanding will improve and I will appreciate it even more, if that is possible.
I know that many people refuse to read this novel because of the violence and there is nothing wrong with that at all.
If you do not like violence in your reading that is fine. But the violence is so much a part of this novel, so integral to the picture that McCarthy is painting that it would not be the same book without it.
Wow this book is still resonating within my head. View all 12 comments. May 21, Edward Lorn rated it it was amazing. This book has no quotation marks or serial commas.
If the above sentence made you clutch your breast and squeal in unabashed terror, you're gonna want to skip everything Cormac McCarthy writes.
No use in aggravating yourself. McCarthy is an author's author. While people who do not write could likely marvel at what he manages in this novel, I think those who love and study the craft of writing will receive the most bang for their buck while reading this.
For fuck's sake, guys, they teach this boo This book has no quotation marks or serial commas. For fuck's sake, guys, they teach this book at Yale and you have people out there who think the book is riddled with errors.
Just go read some of the negative reviews. I'll wait Blood Meridian, or the Evening Redness in the West is a masterclass in literary simplicity; simple language used to pitch-perfect effect.
There is nothing superfluous about the contents. Every word has been chosen to place you in the moment. Yet, while the writing is simple, the prose is poetic.
It is brutal poetry, but poetry nonetheless. And I quote: Dust stanched the wet and naked heads of the scalped who with the fringe of hair below their wounds and tonsured to the bone now lay like maimed and naked monks in the bloodslaked dust and everywhere the dying groaned and gibbered and horses lay screaming.
The scene before this paragraph is astounding in its visuals, as is every act of violence, of which there are several, throughout the book.
I found the cast of characters impressive as well. From the earless Toadvine to the hairless Judge whose part in this tale seems much larger than I first imagined to the quiet-and-violent kid, each character is subtly and passionately drawn, giving you just enough information so that you can tell them apart but never so much that you feel like McCarthy is demanding you imagine them one certain way.
I love that. I don't like it when authors hold my hand. Give me the defining characteristic a hairlip, a birthmark, a missing appendage, a lisp and let me figure out the rest.
I sat in awe, reading the final chapter. Not the Epilogue, but the chapter before it. Chapter 23 is filled with allegory, and the judge's role throughout the whole mess laid out for everyone to see but still cleverly hidden.
In summation: This book will not be for everyone, especially not those Dickens-minded sorts that require a billion commas.
And if you need quotation marks even though it is always clear who is speaking, then you should also skip this. Everyone else, I highly recommend this brutally-poetic and endlessly-bleak novel.
Final Judgment: And where is the fiddler and where the dance? View all 23 comments. Aug 13, Paquita Maria Sanchez added it Shelves: literature.
What a show-off. I swear, if you were to hand this book to an aspiring artist experiencing a depression-inducing creative block, you may just find yourself with a d.
That's a warning, by the way. I intend to write a longer review of this once I have divorced myself from it long enough to say anything that doesn't just sound like ejaculate flying everywhere, but that's going to be tough.
Not that I find the subject matter hot, because eww. I do not think the image of babies being smashed on rocks is sexually arousing, I promise.
I'm just saying, it's going to take the summoning of much willpower to give the next few books I read a fair shake after this sprawling, magniloquent map of hell.
Speaking of which, is the dictionary this guy's toilet read, or what's the deal with that? So, I sorta liked this book. If you want to know why, then check out this actual review by a real-life smart and well-spoken person.
Attention fanfic writers, I have a pitch! Holden and Kurtz cage-match. Dun dun dun, to the death! Best McCarthy. Yes, this is probably the goriest piece of literature I have ever read.
Yes, it is terrifying that it is based on historical events. Yes, yes, but it isn't all just soul-crushing darkness.
In fact, some of the more dialogue-heavy for McCarthy scenes are downright hilarious. Yes, even those parts are violent, but there is some comic relief, and it somehow doesn't feel awkward or inappropriate, despite the beyond-grim storyline.
Okay, the end. For real. For now. Jan 25, Edward rated it it was amazing Shelves: western , reviews , favorites.
Here is my review for Blood Meridian on Grimdark Magazine. My first Cormac McCarthy review for the site!
This novel by Cormac McCarthy is a book that disturbed me to my core and made me dwell on the realities and philosophies within it. I have struggled to type what I actually think about it and have thus far failed to put into words my feelings around it.
But I cannot stop thinking about it. Had you not seen it all from birth and thereby bled it of its strangeness it would appear to you for what it is, a hat trick in a medicine show, a fevered dream, a trance bepopulate with chimeras having neither analogue nor precedent, an itinerant carnival, a migratory tentshow whose ultimate destination after many a pitch in many a mudded field is unspeakable and calamitous beyond reckoning.
I have had swarms of recommendations to read something by McCarthy, due to his god-like prose and his dark story-telling.
After this single read, I feel it is my job to also recommend and subject everyone I meet to Blood Meridian.
War endures. As well ask men what they think of stone. War was always here. That is the way it was and will be. That way and not some other way.
His journey takes twists and turns leading him to become a scalphunter - joining the infamous Glanton Gang and being paid for each and every Native American scalp in a world that is just as cruel as that sentence sounds.
It was hid a million years before men were and only men have the power to wake it. The Judge Holden. The Judge is a terrifying character, devoid of emotion and any humanistic traits.
He is a giant, hairless murderer and psychopath. The Judge had monologues that displayed his philosophical thinking and his inhumanity that were in some parts exhilarant and in more parts just ridiculously menacing.
He is spine-chilling and every line within this book about him will disturb you. Especially the last line, which led me to hold my head and let out a sigh for what felt like forever.
As you read this book you will decide who The Judge really is. Some say he is the devil, others that he is everything evil within us, some that he is just a man with no compassion in the Wild West.
What other creatures could? There is no respite or interlude of the mass-chaos that the gang ensue. But McCarthy writes with a prose that is biblical, and the horrifying acts that are committed are written in the most un-gratuitous way which makes it all the more vicious.
The brutality is moderately standard for Grimdark novels until around the page mark where the author really turns up that gore. I have only read this book once and I can see myself reading it many more times as I feel I have only just scratched the surface of his true thoughts and meanings within the subtleties of the language he uses.
Wanting the character to prevail or succeed. There is none of that within Blood Meridian, until the last 60 or so pages. It is an achievement of writing and a book that can only be described as genius.
The ambiguity of the ending left me wanted to scream and sleep at the same time and just added to the horror that I had read for the previous pages.
I finished it last week and still cannot comprehend it, but also cannot stop reflecting back on it.
Not for the faint-hearted. Mar 24, Kemper rated it really liked it Shelves: western , historical-fiction , , modern-lit. Add Blood Meridian to that list.
At first, I thought this was going to be a Lonesome Dove-style western, but it's something far different.
The descent into butchery by the Glanton gang in the desert is one of the most disturbing things I've read.
And the Judge is now on my top 10 all-time fictional villian list. View all 4 comments. Jan 03, Maciek rated it liked it Recommends it for: Western Fans; those who favor the language over that what it says.
Shelves: reviewed , read-in , journeys-and-quests , western. Blood Meridian is a novel that deromanticizes the West and strips off its John Wayne antics - here there's absolutely no place for the moral and the good, where murder is a fact of life comitted without a blink and discarded from thought later.
The desert rewards the worst scoundrels and spits on the bodies of the innocent and old who are unable to defend themselves. The novel begins with an introduction of a young teenager who's simply named "The Kid", though in fact there's no universal protago Blood Meridian is a novel that deromanticizes the West and strips off its John Wayne antics - here there's absolutely no place for the moral and the good, where murder is a fact of life comitted without a blink and discarded from thought later.
The novel begins with an introduction of a young teenager who's simply named "The Kid", though in fact there's no universal protagonist, and there are no heroes.
All of the characters are villains. The group of scalpers comprised of The Kid, a man named Galton, an expriest called Tobin and another man called Toadine, an idiot and the persona that calls itself The Judge, to whom I will return later.
The merry brigade perpetrates violence agains everybody that can be scalped, and we're not talking about some stylish violence, toned down and set for cinema.
The violence in Blood Meridian is visceral and nightmarish, and everything is recounted in bloody detail. The acts of perpetration are dark and soulless and The Kid spits a lot.
Blood Meridian sports some great imagery, like this: They watched storms out there so distant they could not be heard, the silent lightning flaring sheetwise and the thin black spine of the mountain chain fluttering and sucked away again in the dark.
They saw wild horses racing on the plain, pounding their shadows down the night and- leaving in the moonlight a vaporous dust like the palest stain of their passing.
However, a great deal of it is lost in the tedium of run-on sentences which form paragraphs that sometimes take up almost the whole page.
Since its first publication in , Blood Meridian has been read as both a brilliant subversion of the Western novel and a blazing example of that form.
Powerful and savagely beautiful, it has emerged as one of the most important works in American fiction of the last century. A truly mesmerizing classic.
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Recensioner i media. Övrig information. Följ oss:. Kommentar av Hanna Bragberg Kommentar av Emil Florell Kommentar av Pernilla Lindholm Kommentar av Izabela Horn Jag läste och läste utan att fatta vad handlingen var förutom att döda alla som kom i ens väg.
Ett vilda väster äventyr som inte föll mig i smaken. Kommentar av Mattias Renström Jag orkade inte läsa ut den.
McCarthy lyckas inte. Kommentar av Monika W Kommentar av Daniel Nylin Nilsson Kommentar av Erik M Kommentar av Mats Karlström Kommentar av greger andersson Bör definitivt läsas, en anorlunda och brutal bok.
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