What am I missing?

[Anonymous No.11438132]

I am about 3/4 the way through it, and I am not feeling as entertained as I usually am with his work.
On purpose I saved this book for last, with All The Pretty Horses being read last week.
Am I drawing all the context out that I should?
Hands down some of the best prose concerning environmental capturing though, splendid work in that regard.
However, his run on conjunctions are starting to irritate me to a point of wanting to close the pages before completion.

[Anonymous No.11438164]

>>11438132
The entire point of the novel is that the plot is very weak. It’s supposed to be a difficult read. Just get to the end you’ll be glad you finished it

[Anonymous No.11438178]

to me it's all about the imagery and the atmosphere

the only context you "need" is that the book is a loose allegory of Paradise Lost, but I suppose even that could be argued

[Anonymous No.11438226]

>>11438164
>>11438178
Ok this pretty much reassured me that I am getting what I should out of it, like I stated previously, it is a very gorgeous book inside, but the plot is putting me to sleep for the most part.

[Anonymous No.11438248]

>>11438132
>>11438164
>>11438178
>>11438226
and this thread pretty much reassured me that this board is empirically shit

[Anonymous No.11438264]

>>11438248
Truer words have never been spoken.

[Anonymous No.11438270]

>>11438132
>'plot'
Come on, dude. I assume from your post you've read McCarthy's other work and you should have learned from Suttree that a good plot is irrelevant to what McCarthy tries to do. BM is an impression, like witnessing a violent dream.

[Anonymous No.11438291]

>>11438132
ah, 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.

[Anonymous No.11438515]

>>11438291
just ran this through text-to-speech. beautiful.

[Anonymous No.11439474]

>>11438164
fucking retard

[Anonymous No.11439536]

>>11438291
he posted it again haha nice epic win

[Anonymous No.11440958]

>>11438132
We need a new top. Shit like this is up right there and it was an absolute waste of time.

[Anonymous No.11440964]

>>11438291
I kek at the first line without fail everytime.

[Anonymous No.11441072]

>>11438291
this but unironically

[Anonymous No.11441079]

>>11438291
Why does this shitty pasta always get so many (you)'s?

[Anonymous No.11441093]

>>11438132
>am not feeling as entertained as I usually am
Art does not have to be entertaining to be good