/lit/ - Literature

[Anonymous No.18744145]

For me it's the part where Suttree goes schizo in the mountains

[Anonymous No.18744533]

>>18744145
The writing in that section is different level

[Anonymous No.18745894]

>>18744145
Based
>>18744533
Based
Keep it up lads
>That night he did not even make a fire. He crouched like an ape in the dark under the eaves of a slate bluif and watched the lightning. Down there in the wood the birchtrunks shone palely and troops of ghost cavalry clashed in an outraged sky, old spectral revenants armed with rusted tools of war colliding parallactically upon each other like figures from a mass grave shorn up and girdled and cast with dread import across the clanging night and down remoter slopes between the dark and darkness yet to come. A vision in lightning and smoke more palpable than wortled bone or plate or pauldron shelled with rot.

[Anonymous No.18747495]

>>18744145
I loved the chapter when he gets drunk and McCarthy perfectly describes the sort of slideshow vision you get when you're intoxicated.
It helped that my dad was listening to some jazzy, country song while I read it which fit the writing perfectly.

[Anonymous No.18747506]

>>18744145
genre fiction

[Anonymous No.18747600]

>>18747506
And what genre would that be? It is his one work that does not play with genre at all.

[Anonymous No.18747649]

>>18747600
It's the fag who spergs in all Mccarthy threads. Ignore him.

[Anonymous No.18748013]

I'll be a cliche and say that, for me, it's the midnight melon mounter

[Anonymous No.18748023]

>>18747649
?

[Anonymous No.18748046]

>>18744145
Or the part right after that scene where he finally reaches a town and starts crying for a “sorrow for which there was neither no name nor help”.