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Cormac McCarthy's Home Alone
Posted on 12/15/15 at 8:02 pm
Posted on 12/15/15 at 8:02 pm
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See the child. He is pale, thin, halfseen in his diminution. His hair flashes white, betrays his Aryan blood.
He is alone, the parents gone in the morning. It is nothing to him. He revels in their tedious wake. Eats milk and cream. Breaks and steals property and rubs himself in oils strange. He sleeps ‘til near the sun’s noonhigh meridian, his whited hair splintered and splayed like some infernal broomhead. At night he carnivals with dervish fervor, watches plays of mindless violence. He is wild and drunken, bestial, howling into the darkling primordial. There is no echo. He is a changeling.
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Posted on 12/15/15 at 8:21 pm to Fun Bunch
Gold
Posted on 12/16/15 at 8:56 am to Fun Bunch
Damn. I can't believe no one enjoyed this like I did. I guess no one reads McCarthy.
Posted on 12/16/15 at 9:07 am to Fun Bunch
that's good stuff ...
Posted on 12/16/15 at 9:44 am to Fun Bunch
Nice!
I'm waiting for the sentence that goes on for, like 14 lines, and then leaves you wondering what the hell you just read.
I'm waiting for the sentence that goes on for, like 14 lines, and then leaves you wondering what the hell you just read.
Posted on 12/16/15 at 11:50 am to LSUfan20005
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The kid can smell his reckoning now. The moon is risen full. He exits the attic window across a suspended cable to a wigwam in the trees. The robbers have gained him again and attempt the crossing but the kid won’t give and exhibits a pair of hedgeshears. From what deep well was spawned this genius? Does he not mete out apposite verdicts? With the wise indifference of a middle-aged cow he cuts through the cable and the fools go tumbling downward back upon the hovel face like misstepped trapeze folk. Again the kid implores them and runs to a neighboring shanty, stealing through the basement. Inside is flooded, seems to have been flooded for all time. He runs up the stair and swings wide the door clear into the arms of his forsworn antagonists.
Heya pal!
Posted on 12/16/15 at 12:14 pm to Fun Bunch
Is he working on any novels? He hasn't released one since The Road and that was nearly 10 years ago.
Posted on 12/16/15 at 12:17 pm to Marciano1
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Is he working on any novels? He hasn't released one since The Road and that was nearly 10 years ago.
Supposedly working on a new trilogy last I heard.
But he's old. Like mid-80s old. I can't imagine he's going to produce much more.
Posted on 12/16/15 at 12:27 pm to LSUfan20005
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the sentence that goes on for, like 14 lines, and then leaves you wondering what the hell you just read.
Know how I know you read Blood Meridian?
Posted on 12/16/15 at 12:32 pm to Lakeboy7
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Blood Meridian?
How bout all the Spanish? I didn't know what I was reading.
Posted on 12/16/15 at 12:33 pm to LSUfan20005
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I'm waiting for the sentence that goes on for, like 14 lines, and then leaves you wondering what the hell you just read.
Cylandricals rotating in a fishing pond of scum and swaths of rendered lardons that haze the opening night doubloons of amuck patrons in the ores of broken glass, stained into the fiery sizzle of a patchwork oven stitched in beads and brittle and sweat that swirl for the grates that hold the opening, a hole with noxious toxicities of humans before the dawn of char and coal, all of this to prepare for the laughing horrors of the porous plane that scoops and turns, the melting of sodium crystalline lifeforms silently drifting against the fog of glycerine, a makeshift form of sustenance that has launched ships of seafaring men who seek the Helen of satisfaction for the wind gods of the morning.
(If Cormac McCarthy described pancakes)
Posted on 12/16/15 at 1:05 pm to Fun Bunch
Incredible....
Posted on 12/16/15 at 1:40 pm to Fun Bunch
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Far worse yet and branded in stark relief upon his palm is the letter M from which he discerns his doom, the mark of Mephistopheles and stigmata of the Antichrist. He shall find no deliverance amongst such dread company.
Wow.
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