Despite my great love for The Road, I’d argue that my enjoyment of All the Pretty Horses was far from predetermined. To begin with, I’ve recently been made aware (in discussions with fellow Goodreaders) that I’ve never seen a single Clint Eastwood movie or even a non-Clint Eastwood Western. And...
The Road is unsteady and repetitive—now aping Melville, now Hemingway—but it is less a seamless blend than a reanimated corpse: sewn together from dead parts into a lumbering, incongruous whole, then jolted to ignoble half-life by McCarthy’s grand reputation with Hollywood Filmmakers and incestuo...
A startling encounter on a New York subway platform leads two strangers to a run-down tenement where a life or death decision must be made. In that small apartment, Black and White, as the two men are known, begin a conversation that leads each back through his own history, mining the origins of ...
Right off the bat I have to say this is a book that I'm not so sure I can do enough justice to in my review. There are so many themes and subtleties here (this is another book as much about what isn't said/done as what is), and I'm not sure that I've entirely digested all of them. A lot of the "p...
Publicado en http://lecturaylocura.com/aproximacio...Coetzee y McCarthy: Aproximaciones a lo inhóspito.Los beneficios de mi proyecto literario cada vez se hacen sentir más de diferentes maneras. Inicialmente solo pensé en lo evidente: leo grandes autores contemporáneos y clásicos con los que est...
I met Cormac McCarthy and he transcribed our conversation about Cities of the Plain:The author asked, Whad'ya think about the book? The last in the trilogy?That's it. It was alright, Jason said.What was alright?Cities of the PlainWhat specifically?The simple language and the economy of words and ...
***The following review, such as it is, might be considered spoilerish.Proceeding cautiously through my long-awaited, chronological rereading of the works of Cormac McCarthy, reading the supplemental materials I’ve picked up over the years, and marveling at things I hadn’t noticed first time arou...
Dear friend now in the dusty clockless hours of the town when the streets lie black and steaming in the wake of watertrucks and now when the drunk and the homeless have washed up in the lee of walls in alleys or abandoned lots and cats go forth highshouldered and lean in the grim perimeters about...
After the 2011 HBO production of his play The Sunset Limited and last year’s Hollywood film of his script The Counselor, Cormac McCarthy’s work as a playwright began to intrigue me. Known more for his description-laden prose, McCarthy (arguably one of the most important American authors of the la...
White Half the time I think you’re having fun with me. I dont see how you can live here. I dont see how you can feel safe. Black Well you got a point, Professor. About bein safe anyways. White Have you ever stopped ...
All rights reserved THE ECCO PRESS 100 West Broad Street Hopewell, New Jersey 08525 Published simultaneously in Canada by Penguin Books Canada Ltd., Ontario Printed in the United States of America Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data McCarthy, Cormac, 1933— The gardener’s son : a sc...
Ben knocks at the door and turns and looks out at the street. He turns and knocks at the door again. The door opens and MRS RAYMOND—a middleaged woman in a chenille robe with her hair up in a plastic cap—opens the door and looks out. BEN Mrs Raymond I hate to bother you so late but I wonder if Em...
He rolled a cigarette and replaced the package of tobacco in the breast pocket of his tailored shirt and lit the cigarette and descended the stairs, a proprietary squint to his eyes as he studied the morning aspect of this small upland county seat.A man opened the door and called down to him and ...