Sunday, December 20, 2009

Blood, Blood, and More Blood


Cormac McCarthy has created a depressing style of literature that you can't even categorize it. Books, movies, and music classify themselves in genres to popularize their content; however, McCarthy seems to avoid that popularization at all cost.

Recently some of his books have caught fire with the general population, "The Road" and "No Country for Old Men," but it's not like he intended for it to happen. It seems that his style of writing is targeted more toward dragging your soul to the depths of a bottomless pit of mutilated corpses, so it makes the reader contemplate finishing his books. So my question is: Why does anyone enjoy reading his books?

Well, I enjoy reading his books because it takes me away from the Hollywood ending, over-the-top, very predictable novels, which are generally addicting. Reading one of McCarthy's books helps me escape the generalization of the literary world, and "Blood Meridian" is his most astonishing piece of literature that shouldn't be overlooked. It will make you cringe by some of the descriptive mutilations you'll read, but you'll enjoy each death like it'll be your own experience with the Grim Reaper.

McCarthy deserves praise for his accomplishments, but it's not like he'll enjoy it or take credit for anything he's done. He's an author that does the work because he enjoys it and it's all he has to do in his old age. And for that I am so thankful.

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