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A Few Thoughts

A few thoughts now and again about whatever occurs to me while going through whatever books I end up reading

Blood Meridian, or the Evening Redness in the West

Blood Meridian, or the Evening Redness in the West - Cormac McCarthy This one took me a while to read, but only because I wanted to savor every sentence. There's no question that this is McCarthy's masterpiece. Well worth the time to read it. The way he has elevated the genre of the Western to a form of high art is really something to behold. There is virtually nothing redeeming about any one in this book and yet somehow it gets to you. Not with an attachment to the characters but with a total absorption in the terrifying landscape of it all.

Its one the most remarkable novels I've read in a long while. As I came down to the final pages, I began to dread the turning of each page because I didn't want it to end. It reminded me a little of Moby Dick, but was somehow the opposite, where every final thing returns to the same place, through obsession or aimlessness.