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17906040 No.17906040 [Reply] [Original]

Is this supposed to be a comedy?

I'm 2 chapters in and visualising these scenes makes me laugh more often than not. The scene of the tent deflating and unseen carnage developing within makes me think of those cartoon whirlwinds with fists sticking out.

>> No.17906069

>>17906040
That scene definitely is meant for comedic effect and there will be more with McCarthy's dry humor. But no, it is not a comedy, in fact the humor element is very understated if anything.

>> No.17907055

>>17906040
if you can read blood meridian as a comedy it means you are truly ascended above human

>> No.17907071

>>17906040
If you're already laughing after 2 chapters, wait until you get to the child rape scenes.

>> No.17907955

>>17906040
i like the description of the judge on his horse that chapter as well, it's like they were one being

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17908074

>>17906040
>>17907055
Judgepilled

>> No.17908114

>>17906040
h, blood meridian, monsieur? that novel is the sark and chaparral of literature, the filament whereon rode the remuda of highbrow, corraled out of some destitute hacienda upon the arroya, quirting and splurting with main and with pyrolatrous coagulate of lobated grandiloquence. our eyes rode over the pages, monsieur, of that slatribed azotea like argonauts of suttee, juzgados of swole, bights and systoles of walleyed and tyrolean and carbolic and tectite and scurvid and querent and creosote and scapular malpais and shellalagh. we scalped, monsieur, the gantlet of its esker and led our naked bodies into the rebozos of its mennonite and siliceous fauna, wallowing in the jasper and the carnelian like archimandrites, teamsters, combers of cassinette scoria, centroids of holothurian chancre, with pizzles of enfiladed indigo panic grass in the saltbush of our vigas, true commodores of the written page, rebuses, monsieur, we were the mygale spiders too and the devonian and debouched pulque that settled on the frizzen studebakers, listening the wolves howling in the desert while we saw the judge rise out of a thicket of corbelled arches, whinstone, cairn, cholla, lemurs, femurs, leantos, moonblanched nacre, uncottered fistulas of groaning osnaburg and kelp, isomers of fluepipe and halms awap of griddle, guisado, pelancillo.

>> No.17908139

>>17908114
keyed

>> No.17908232

>>17906040
I thought the bit with the old hermit who thought women whiskey and niggers were going to destroy the world

>> No.17908709

>>17908232
That's kinda wild, I thought that bit too

>> No.17908949

>>17906040
wait til you get to the two johnsons

>> No.17908975

>>17908232
i think about that quote on a regular basis and believe it in absolute sincerity
i also think it's hilarious though

>> No.17909351

>>17906040
"death hilarious"

>> No.17909352

>>17908114

are you published?