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Sunday, December 28, 2008

The Brilliance or Arrogance of Cormac McCarthy

I love the writing of Cormac McCarthy, his use of language is absolutely unmatched. I know he is good enough to deserve creative licence, and this isn't even technically a run-on sentence. But seriously, is the story better served by not having a period for 10 lines or so. The sentence after it makes it even funnier, it's like he's making a joke. He does this sort of stuff all the time, he also writes sentence fragments constantly. I would understand if it was poetry or it made the storytelling better, but it isn't and it doesn't. Maybe I just don't understand this aspect of his profound writing, will some McCarthy devotee please illumine me?


"It came boring out of the east like some ribald satellite of the coming sun howling and bellowing in the distance and the long light of the headlamp running through the tangled mesquite brakes and creating out of the night the endless fenceline down the dead straight right of way and sucking it back again wire and post mile on mile into the darkness after where the boilersmoke disbanded slowly along the faint new horizon and the sound came lagging and he stood still holding his hat in his hands in the passing groundshudder watching it till it was gone. Then he turned and went back to the house."

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