/lit/ - Literature

>It was cold and there was snow on the ground and he rode past me and kept on goin. Never said nothin. He just rode on past and he had this blanket wrapped around him and he had his head down and when he rode past I seen he was carryin fire in a horn the way people used to do and I could see the horn from the light inside of it. About the color of the moon. And in the dream I knew that he was goin on ahead and that he was fixin to make a fire somewhere out there in all that dark and all that cold and I knew that whenever I got there he would be there. And then I woke up.

Corncob was the absolute best

My dad somehow got me to watch No Country For Old Men (I don’t watch films very much, but I got 80 pages into the book a few years ago and thought why not), and I realized how exciting and esoteric his writing really is, sure it was probably not as good as the book but there was a lot to think about in the ending, and it seemed he took a lot of times to prove despite the fact Anton was a psycho he had principals, governed by laws like an aspect of physics, and perhaps that is why he won, while the protagonist fell from his principles and thus suffered. Anton personifies the coins the beginning, as if the coin had a consciousness to get there, but than dehumanizes himself as an aspect of the world as controlled and random as the coin, he’s a force of evil that has to let itself out, it’s not under his control where he goes. And I read The Road once as a kid though I got kind of bored and disliked it, (looking back in comparison to most overdone post apocalyptic crap it’s very real) when I later went on to write things myself a lot of the trademarks of his writing (vivid landscapes, philosophical discussions etc.) leaked into my writing subconsciously so I am thankful. I’m listening to a Blood Meridian audiobook right now, and as far as I can tell a writer like McCarthy seems like he would better situated in the mid to late 19th century rather than today, his unpretentious and real grittiness, use of archaic language and unafraidness to use more “offensive” terms however in a realistic nature, disregard for secular morals yet filling his dialogues with fascinating discussions on God and evil, his plethora of descriptions for one object (steel/urine colored sun) that seem like they wouldn’t work yet do and add more colors to the landscape, the contrast between the hope one feels for the protagonist as he takes up his new career and hears of the wonders of Mexico compared to the brutal... and ugly truth.