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YES. I still bring up "small trembling satellites" at every opportunity.I concur with the latter. This is one sentence from that paragraph:
The riders pushed between them and the rock and methodically rode them from the escarpment, the animals dropping silently as martyrs, turning sedately in the empty air and exploding on the rocks below in startling bursts of blood and silver as the flasks broke open and the mercury loomed wobbling in the air in great sheets and lobes and small trembling satellites and all its forms grouping below and racing in the stone arroyos like the imbreachment of some ultimate alchemic work decocted from out the secret dark of the earth's heart, the fleeing stag of the ancients fugitive on the mountainside and bright and quick in the dry path of the storm channels and shaping out the sockets in the rock and hurrying from ledge to ledge down the slope shimmering and deft as eels.
I think that's a totally fair critique, but I think sometimes the message is simply the prose itself. It's less pure storytelling, and more of a work of art in itself. It's definitely not for everyone, and it hits and misses. I know some people who think it's so overdone as to be a form of parody.Bout to start flinging hand grenades, not because it's a hill I want to die on, but because I'm bored and looking to stir the pot a bit...
I'm not convinced that McCarthy's prose is all that. I kinda feel like it's the American Idolization of prose. Just like the trills and runs in in an American Idol contestants song, McCarthy's prose is technically impressive in it's own right, but also overwrought to the point that the medium obscures and diminishes the message.
Hard to explain, but I feel like in the very best writing, the prose organically arises out of what is being depicted. Reading McCarthy I feel like the prose is layered on top of the scene rather than organically originating out of the scene.
No, you're doing it all wrong! You weren't suppose to concede the point as potentially reasonable dammit!I think that's a totally fair critique, but I think sometimes the message is simply the prose itself. It's less pure storytelling, and more of a work of art in itself. It's definitely not for everyone, and it hits and misses. I know some people who think it's so overdone as to be a form of parody.
This.I think that's a totally fair critique, but I think sometimes the message is simply the prose itself. It's less pure storytelling, and more of a work of art in itself. It's definitely not for everyone, and it hits and misses. I know some people who think it's so overdone as to be a form of parody.
This "interview" with CM ran in the Paris Review some years ago...I know some people who think it's so overdone as to be a form of parody.
Maybe this is a generational thing. I think I'm old enough that I can see the world as it is, but not wallow in the the rotteness but instead seek the sublime in the imperfect. I'm a Steinbeck guy as far as prose goes. Here the prose is every bit as ornate as McCarthy's, but it's also an organic linguistic expression of the precise thing depicted, and not a kind fun house mirror depiction that I get from McCarthy (and, honestly, I think this likely just comes down to a stylistic preference vs. better/worse):This.
I usually think about McCarthy’s novels as attempts to surmount the following challenge: can he write so beautifully as to overcome the depravity and suffering of the world he is depicting?
To that end, my example at hand would be the simile in The Road that compares a lit match to a molten rose. And what it illuminates is a tractor trailer full of dead bodies.
Maybe this is a generational thing. I think I'm old enough that I can see the world as it is, but not wallow in the the rotteness but instead seek the sublime in the imperfect. I'm a Steinbeck guy as far as prose goes. Here the prose is every bit as ornate as McCarthy's, but it's also an organic linguistic expression of the precise thing depicted, and not a kind fun house mirror depiction that I get from McCarthy (and, honestly, I think this likely just comes down to a stylistic preference vs. better/worse):
Cannery Row in Monterey in California is a poem, a stink, a grating noise, a quality of light, a tone, a habit, a nostalgia, a dream. Cannery Row is the gathered and scattered, tin and iron and rust and splintered wood, chipped pavement and weedy lots and junk heaps, sardine canneries of corrugated iron, honky tonks, restaurants and whore houses, and little crowded groceries, and laboratories and flophouses. Its inhabitant are, as the man once said, “whores, pimps, gambler and sons of bitches,” by which he meant Everybody. Had the man looked through another peephole he might have said, “Saints and angels and martyrs and holymen” and he would have meant the same thing.
Yep a COVID read indeed! Great recall! And my mood was definitely on point.I recall you finished it up as you were recovering from an illness, maybe Covid. It struck me that that was the perfect mood to be in whilst reading BM, a little gloomy, beaten down and faint of heart. All’s cheerless, dark, and deadly, as Kent said at the end of King Lear. One of the first few times I read it I was in the throes of my own self-imposed malady. I think that's when I really fell in love with the book...
It’s for all books but if it works out the discussions will ebb and flowIf this is a thread about book recommendations .... I recently finished Geraldine Brooks' HORSE. Brooks is one of my favorite novelists. And HORSE was recently including among the books (temporarily) banned by the MAGA morons at the Dept of Defense to be excluded by the Naval Academy library. This was for some silliness about supposed DEI content.
It is a good book.
If this is now really a thread about McCarthy ... I personally like his prose.