blood meridian is so good i need at least a week to sift through my thoughts and feelings in order to articulate what it did to meā¦ suffice to say my copy will be well loved and annotated and many times re-read.
i canāt remember who said this but i was thinking a lot about that quote about prose being words in their best order and poetry being the best words in the best order, or something to that effect. for me the way blood meridian is written feels almost more like poetry than prose for its complete and visceral evocativeness. sentences that not only paint vivid pictures in my head but also tug at my insides in a way i canāt describe at all.
truly one of the most slowgoing reading experiences of my life for the way i kept having to stop to take sentences in and for the way i kept flipping back to reread favorite passagesā¦ i mustāve returned to the legion of horribles a dozen times before i finished the book and in my memory itās like i really saw it.
and thereās something about the way itās both deeply grounded (clearly meticulously researched, and nothing is more real than a good old fashioned language barrier, than thirst and pain and the brutal heat of the sun) but for all its hyper-specificity in depicting the wild west, itās also so enormous and weirdly mythic. walks right up to the line of magical realism, of something cosmic maybe. certainly the last few chapters read like a dream.
also the way it plays with language and structure and time, the way an entire paragraph will be devoted to describing the rising sun but then decades can pass in the span of a single sentenceā¦ donāt even get me started on all the spanish (claro yo encantado de leer la versiĆ³n mĆ”s completa) or the lack of quotation marks around the dialogue so as to not āblot the page up with weird little marksā or the oddly compelling inscrutability of the kidā and iām not even going to try and talk about the judge. or the violence. actually iām just going to stop now as i worry i could continue on forever. anyways. good book.
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- Blood Meridian or The Evening Redness In The West, 1985
R.I.P. Cormac McCarthy
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do you want to live inside of my heart locketĀ
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āNight of your birth. Thirty-three. The Leonids they were called. God how the stars did fall. I looked for blackness, holes in the heavens. The Dipper stove.ā
Cormac McCarthy - Blood Meridian
āYou'll care only about the darkness and you'll watch it for hours, for days, maybe even for years, trying in vain to believe you're some kind of indispensable, universe-appointed sentinel, as if just by looking you could actually keep it all at bay.ā
Mark Z. Danielewski - House of Leaves
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is there also a bunch of girldick in bram stokerās lair of the white worm or was that all ken russell?
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~Happy Halloween!~
Here's a mock up poster I made for "Lair of the White Worm" (1988, dir. Ken Russel). A delightfully campy and sexy film based on one of Bram Stoker's lesser known works, filled with fake gore, surreal dream sequences, an incredibly fashionable lesbian, and a baby faced Peter Capaldi <3
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Ringu (1998)
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genuinely astounding to me how many people donāt understand that a businessā top line and a businessā bottom line are very different things
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