Blood Meridian
by Cormac McCarthy
Like everyone else, I got swept up in the hype for Cormac McCarthy's The Road a few years ago. Unlike everyone else, however, I thought it was a phony failure. So I kept my eyes out for a possible redemption of the author. Hollywood seems to love him well enough, and I've enjoyed the movies made out of All the Pretty Horses and No Country for Old Men. Yet the book that critics had dubbed his masterpiece prior to Road was Blood Meridian, and so far there has been no movie adapted from this one. I decided that if there was any real way to measure McCarthy's true talent, it would have to be this apparently most challenging of his works. Based on the opening passages, I think the old boy may be rewarding this strange faith of mine, reminding me of a favorite writer of a more recent vintage, David Maine. Hopefully the rest pans out...
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