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Blood Meridian: Or the Evening Redness in the West
by: Cormac McCarthy

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Availability: Usually ships in 24 hours Binding: Paperback
Dewey Decimal Number: 813.54
EAN: 9780679728757
ISBN: 0679728759
Label: Vintage
Manufacturer: Vintage
Number Of Items: 1
Number Of Pages: 352
Publication Date: May 05, 1992
Publisher: Vintage
Release Date: May 05, 1992
Studio: Vintage
Sales Rank: 2665

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Editorial Review:

Product Description:
An epic novel of the violence and depravity that attended America's westward expansion, Blood Meridianbrilliantly subverts the conventions of the Western novel and the mythology of the "wild west." Based on historical events that took place on the Texas-Mexico border in the 1850s, it traces the fortunes of the Kid, a fourteen-year-old Tennesseean who stumbles into the nightmarish world where Indians are being murdered and the market for their scalps is thriving.

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"The men as they rode turned black in the sun from the blood on their clothes and their faces and then paled slowly in the rising dust until they assumed once more the color of the land through which they passed." If what we call "horror" can be seen as including any literature that has dark, horrific subject matter, then Blood Meridian is, in this reviewer's estimation, the best horror novel ever written. It's a perverse, picaresque Western about bounty hunters for Indian scalps near the Texas-Mexico border in the 1850s--a ragged caravan of indiscriminate killers led by an unforgettable human monster called "The Judge." Imagine the imagery of Sam Peckinpah and Heironymus Bosch as written by William Faulkner, and you'll have just an inkling of this novel's power. From the opening scenes about a 14-year-old Tennessee boy who joins the band of hunters to the extraordinary, mythic ending, this is an American classic about extreme violence.

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- How the West Was Won: Behind the Blow
The Spaghetti Westerns of Sergio Leone and his contemporaries dispelled most myths of good cowboys and bad cowboys. His influence spread upon others, whose successive cinematic paintings would make the bleak Western desert landscape filled with bloodthirsty ruffians common knowledge to audiences. But while Angel Eyes Sentenza, Tuco Ramirez, and Clint Eastwood's nameless killers were Shakespearean in their amoral aspects, there was still something civil and sane in those men amidst leering Death.

Here, morality is a virtue felt by victims while vice is the religion of the victors. The Americas twisted by Manifest Destiny have interbred the demonized Native Americans and Spanish, and it is almost like they have birthed a new race of devils as savage as their white oppressors. Scalps ... Read More

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- America's God
Blood Meridian is worth reading if nothing else than for McCarthy's multi-dimensional portrayal of Judge Holden. The judge becomes the nexus where the powerful forces which created the American character, the impulse to control, to dominate, to wage genocidal war in the West, to mirror the refinement and accomplishments of Europe, meet, and the results are mesmerizing. There is a part where the judge, a hefty man, lifts a meteorite used as a blacksmith's anvil and his men wager how far he can hurl it. What McCarthy is saying is clear and disturbing. Here is our American god. Here is the embodiment of our national, historical woes. As the central pivot of this violent, nearly obscene novel, the judge is a perfect creation.

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- if you like cormack
Cormack McCarthy is my favorite author and I loved this book. It is typical of his writing. This one is VERY bloody but the story drew me in and didn't let go until the final page.

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- Bear Witness
This is the third Cormac McCarthy book I have read, and my awe for him as a poet is as strong as ever. My awe for him as an anti-sentimentalist is also stronger than ever. Blood Meridian not an exhilarating book based on it's contents. Quite the opposite; It is a haunting and sobering account of a group of despicable men in the West, and all that they partake of. However the style of McCarthy's prose, and his economic use of striking vocabulary are a beauty to behold. Consider it a painting, masterfully composed, but inducing an awful awe and depression on those who behold it.

Blood Meridian is, at its most obvious, an anti-western. It is about all the things that Heroic stories of the settling of the west, and all those outlaws that are idolized, are not talked about. It ... Read More

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- Mostly to be endured rather than enjoyed
In the first Batman movie, Nicholson's Joker offers an infamous evaluation of his vandalism: "It may not be art but I like it." If you turn that phrase on its head, that describes my impression of "Blood Meridian": "It may be art but [at least for the first 200 pages] I don't like it."

In the first 200 pages or so, McCarthy turns a phrase. He evokes. He makes literary observations. What he doesn't do in my opinion is create one character whom we care about. That it took awhile to figure out who was who wasn't the problem. It wasn't the big words. It was that I didn't care if anybody in the book lived or died. Even an anti-hero like Captain Ahab or Tony Soprano calls you to feel for them at some level even though you know they have it coming. McCarthy doesn't suceed in ... Read More

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