His grandaddy was killed by a lunatic and buried in the woods like a dog (Blood Meridian)

In Ch. 23 of Cormac McCarthy’s novel Blood Meridian our protagonist the kid—now the man but always the kid—has cause to kill a kind of postfiguration of himself, Elrod, an ornery youth who attempts to murder the kid in the dark of night: I knowed you’d be hid out, the boy called. He pushed back the blanket and rolled… Continue reading His grandaddy was killed by a lunatic and buried in the woods like a dog (Blood Meridian)

Of this is the judge judge and the night does not end (Blood Meridian)

In that sleep and in sleeps to follow the judge did visit. Who would come other? A great shambling mutant, silent and serene. 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… Continue reading Of this is the judge judge and the night does not end (Blood Meridian)

Selections from One-Star Amazon Reviews of Cormac McCarthy’s Blood Meridian

[Editorial note: The following citations come from one-star Amazon reviews Cormac McCarthy’s novel Blood Meridian. I’ve preserved the reviewers’ original punctuation and spelling. More one-star Amazon reviews.]. It may be art. Damn McCarthy. I find him boring. unrelenting nihilism The story is thin at best. Are we supposed to enjoy it? I felt abused by Blood Meridian not a… Continue reading Selections from One-Star Amazon Reviews of Cormac McCarthy’s Blood Meridian

Fabled horde, legion of horribles | Blood Meridian riff

The captain watched through the glass. I suppose they’ve seen us, he said. They’ve seen us. How many riders do you make it? A dozen maybe. The captain tapped the instrument in his gloved hand. They dont seem concerned, do they? No sir. They dont. The captain smiled grimly. We may see a little sport… Continue reading Fabled horde, legion of horribles | Blood Meridian riff

Reading There Will Be Blood as the expanded epilogue to Blood Meridian

Watching (again) Paul Thomas Anderson’s 2007 film There Will Be Blood last night, it struck me that the film can be read as an expansion of the epilogue to Cormac McCarthy’s 1985 novel Blood Meridian. Here is that infamously perplexing passage, a strange note that punctuates the devastating infanticidal horror at the novel’s core: In the dawn there is… Continue reading Reading There Will Be Blood as the expanded epilogue to Blood Meridian

Ben Marcus on the Rhetoric of Blood Meridian

SP: Blood Meridian is another intense book on the syllabus. How does Cormac McCarthy’s distinct, sparse writing style convey the violence of the story he’s telling? BM: His use of language is completely tied to how you feel when you read it—it certainly seems like the delivery is all. Blood Meridian is among the most rhetorically hyperbolic of McCarthy’s books.… Continue reading Ben Marcus on the Rhetoric of Blood Meridian

Judge Holden Holds Forth on War (Blood Meridian)

From Chapter XVII of Cormac McCarthy’s novel Blood Meridian— They grew gaunted and lank under the white suns of those days and their hollow burnedout eyes were like those of noctambulants surprised by day. Crouched under their hats they seemed fugitives on some grander scale, like beings for whom the sun hungered. Even the judge grew… Continue reading Judge Holden Holds Forth on War (Blood Meridian)

“Where for aught any man knows lies the locality of hell” (A Passage from Blood Meridian)

The malpais. It was a maze. Ye’d run out upon a little promontory and ye’d be balked about by the steep crevasses, you wouldnt dare to jump them. Sharp black glass the edges and sharp the flinty rocks below. We led the horses with every care and still they were bleedin about their hooves. Our boots… Continue reading “Where for aught any man knows lies the locality of hell” (A Passage from Blood Meridian)

First Page of an Early Draft of Blood Meridian

  Nice article at Slate on Cormac McCarthy’s Blood Meridian, touching on how “all the way to galley proof in 1984, McCarthy whittled Blood Meridian down into the lean nightmare we now know. He cut whole characters and became more and more sparing of his description of the ones that remained. This was nowhere more pronounced than with the character… Continue reading First Page of an Early Draft of Blood Meridian

Brown and the Farrier — A Vignette from Cormac McCarthy’s Blood Meridian

  A self-contained episode from late in Cormac McCarthy’s Blood Meridian; this little vignette captures the book’s strange mix of menace and humor: Noon he was red-eyed and reeking before the alcalde’s door demanding the release of his companions. The alcalde vacated out the back of the premises and shortly there arrived an American corporal and… Continue reading Brown and the Farrier — A Vignette from Cormac McCarthy’s Blood Meridian

William Gibson on Blood Meridian

At The Guardian, William Gibson says Cormac McCarthy’s Blood Meridian is his most memorable holiday read— If that’s holiday as in “utterly removed from any sense of immediate surroundings”, my most memorable holiday reading is Cormac McCarthy’s Blood Meridian, which I started in the cab on the way to Vancouver airport, headed for a first trip to Berlin where… Continue reading William Gibson on Blood Meridian

Roberto Bolaño on Blood Meridian

A slice of Roberto Bolaño’s review of Cormac McCarthy’s Blood Meridian (from New Directions’ forthcoming Between Parentheses, a collection of Bolaño’s essays, newspaper columns, and other ephemera)—— Blood Meridian is also a novel about place, about the landscape of Texas and Chihuahua and Sonora; a kind of anti-pastoral novel in which the landscape looms in its… Continue reading Roberto Bolaño on Blood Meridian