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>> No.20250305 [DELETED]  [View]
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Hack away senpai

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>HACK AWAY YOU MEAN RED NIGGER!

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>>18037722
inteligent, nihilistic and with a wicked sense of humor

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Could you reccomend some books with the same feel as Journey to the End of the Night, The Book of Disquiet, Steppenwolf etc. (I hope you get the point) In short a book with a "miserable" protagonist in a miserable world.

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>>14074208
>A legion of horribles hundreds in number, half naked or clad in costumes attic or biblical or wardrobed out of a fevered dream with the skins of animals and silk finery and pieces of uniform still tracked with the blood of prior owners, coats of slain dragoons, frogged and braided cavalry jackets, one in a stovepipe hat and one with an umbrella and one in white stockings and a bloodstained wedding veil and some in headgear or cranefeathers or rawhide helmets that bore the horns of bull or buffalo and one in a pigeontailed coat worn backwards and otherwise naked and one in the armor of a Spanish conquistador, the breastplate and pauldrons deeply dented with old blows of mace or sabre done in another country by men whose very bones were dust and many with their braids spliced up with the hair of other beasts until they trailed upon the ground and their horses' ears and tails worked with bits of brightly colored cloth and one whose horse's whole head was painted crimson red and all the horsemen's faces gaudy and grotesque with daubings like a company of mounted clowns, death hilarious — all howling in a barbarous tongue and riding down upon them like a horde from a hell more horrible yet than the brimstone land of Christian reckoning, screeching and yammering and clothed in smoke like those vaporous beings in regions beyond right knowing where the eye wanders and the lip jerks and drools."
I need to read it again it's been a few years

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Crit thread try to critique others before you post pls

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Try emulating McCarthy’s prose in blood meridian. It’s harder than it looks.

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>>13712806
I just finished it yesterday and I'm struggling with this question as well. I think >>13713247 is the most correct because while the judge has elements of a number of the characteristics of the motifs and concepts already mentioned, he stands out because he's not merely a representation of one or any of them.

To me I think what made the story and the judge so enchanting is that the book offers no easy answers. There are no justifications, no moralizing or clutching of pearls, its just raw and elemental.

My personal theory is that he is both a man and not a man. The judge represents the apex of premeditated human evil. He uses society's own fabrications against itself. He subverts religion by accusing the preacher, turning the supposed religiosity of the crowd into a vindictive madness. He keeps soldiers from arresting members of the gang for obvious and heinous crimes by using the law against the lieutenant. He corrupts economic exchange by overpaying for the puppies and then killing them, destroying both bargain and means. He renders centuries old cave art beautifully in his notepad, and then obliterates it so only he can have it.

The ending was chilling. I still haven't come to grips with it or the epilogue and what they mean. There are some good discussions on the author's website if you're interested OP.

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>>10086121
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>and he'd drive the remorseless sun on to its final endarkenment as if he'd ordered it all ages since, before there were paths anywhere, before there were men or suns to go upon them.”
And not only does he have free will, he would murder the fucking sun to prove it. He will inflict his will upon the universe as long as he can, as if he were a primordial force of the universe itself. And when he dies, so what. He is complete at every hour.

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>That night Glanton stared long into the embers of the fire. All about him men were sleeping but much was changed. So many gone, defected or dead. He watched the fire and if he saw portents there it was much the same to him. He would live to look upon the western sea and he was equal to whatever might follow for he was complete at every hour. Whether his history should run concomitant with men and nations, whether it should cease. He'd long forsworn all weighing of consequence and allowing as he did that men's destinies are given yet he usurped to contain within him all that he would ever be in the world and all that the world would be to him and be his charter written in the urstone itself he claimed agency and said so and he'd drive the remorseless sun on to its final endarkenment as if he'd ordered it all ages since, before there were paths anywhere, before there were men or suns to go upon them.

What did he mean by this?

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>That night Glanton stared long into the embers of the fire. All about him his men were sleeping but much was changed. So many gone, defected or dead. He watched the fire and if he saw portents there it was much the same to him. He would live to look upon the western sea and he was equal to whatever might follow for he was complete at every hour. Whether his history should run concomitant with men and nations, whether it should cease. He'd long forsworn all weighting of consequence and allowing as he did that men's destinies are given yet he usurped to contain within him all that he would ever be in the world and all that the world would be to him and be his charter written in the urstone itself he claimed agency and said so and he'd drive the remorseless sun on to its final endarkenment as if he'd ordered it all ages since, before there were paths anywhere, before there were men or suns to go upon them.

What did he mean by this?

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Most novels tend to receive a (or more) televised adaptation(s).

Alright /lit/, let us see how many novels you're willing to list down that are merely impossible due to the material in hand, etc.

[Pic related, Blood Meridian]

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>>4229235
>>4229237
bonus glanton

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John Joel Glanton kills and rapes at will. He wouldn't think twice about fucking a trap senseless and leaving her lying in the dusty road behind him.

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I was just about to make a thread about this book. Read it a while back and was blown away, that was something else. So far I've read BM, All the Pretty Horses, The Road and No Country. I'm trying to decide what to read next, either Outer Dark or Suttree, I'm saving Child of God for last I think.

Does anyone know any books similar to Blood Meridian that aren't Moby dick or As I Lay dying?

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>you will never happen upon a village of American Indians and be told by your gang leader to 'kill ever nigger here' and then proceed to kill every red nigger there

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What genre do you think is the most difficult to write?

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