It is but I felt it had really dated in the latest revisit about a year ago.
The RIP thread
Gabrielle Anwar is still an absolute sort at 53.
Gabrielle Anphwoar more like
Cormac McCarthy. I’ve still not read Blood Meridian.
Noooo! Easily my favourite writer. His books were incredibly vivid. Reading a paragraph felt like an entire chapter. RIP
No way…..gutted
Blood Meridian is absolutely incredible.
I have Suttree lined up for my holiday and recently read Child of God. Such a literary talent. RIP
Millsy might actually be my favourite book. Blew me away.
Me too. I distinctly remember feeling like i’d been punched in the stomach and having the wind knocked out of me on a few occasions while reading ‘Blood Meridian’. In a good way Some of the scenes in that book are not for the faint of heart. Some of the violence makes The Old Testament feel like a hug.
Millsy Agree with you on the vivid writing. He could make tumbleweed and scrub brush almost ethereal at times.
Ridiculously good writing. It helped that he wasn’t fond of the old punctuations.
RIP Cormac McCarthy
Read blood meridian, no country, and the road - all amazing, but nothing captures the father son relationship better than the road, think I was in tears at the end.
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Also found it far more frightening than blood meridian, that scenario feels like it could be 10 years away.
Homegrove lol Friend messaged, got excitable and pulled up this thread thinking half the brits would be asleep and I could get some ‘likes’ for posting it first, saw that you had mentioned it “6 hours ago”, read the plaudits for Blood Meridian and thought The Road was actually better. Game recognize game.
If that’s what you’re asking?
Speng
“I had two dreams about him after he died. I dont remember the first one all that well but it was about meetin him in town somewheres and he give me some money and I think I lost it. But the second one it was like we was both back in older times and I was on horseback goin through the mountains of a night. Goin through this pass in the mountains. It was cold and there was snow on the ground and he rode past me and kept on goin. Never said nothin. He just rode on past and he had this blanket wrapped around him and he had his head down and when he rode past I seen he was carryin fire in a horn the way people used to do and I could see the horn from the light inside of it. About the color of the moon. And in the dream I knew that he was goin on ahead and that he was fixin to make a fire somewhere out there in all that dark and all that cold and I knew that whenever I got there he would be there. And then I woke up.”