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This is McCarthy as lyricist at his best. Whew! It’s easy to lose the plot to the poetic beauty and brutality of his prose. I stop to reread sentences just to keep tasting them. Our own Dylan Thomas. But where Thomas used lyricism to explore the "force that through the green fuse drives the flower," McCarthy’s apocalyptic elegy is viscerally seductive. An alluring death siren, if ever a man were one. Holy shit!
— Mar 10, 2026 08:50AM
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“Old stone walls unplumbed by weathers, lodged in their striae fossil bones, limestone scarabs rucked in the floor of this once inland sea. Thin dark trees through yon iron palings where the dead keep their own small metropolis. Curious marble architecture, stele and obelisk and cross and little rainworn stones where names grow dim with years.”
Why did I ever reach for a biography when his words are so hypnotic?
— Mar 09, 2026 09:53AM
Why did I ever reach for a biography when his words are so hypnotic?
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McCarthy gives death such everlasting dominion, he forces you to touch every single surface, knowing this is all there is. Nothing will grow. There is no immortality. Every line fades toward oblivion, like “little rainworn stones where names grow dim with years.” 😮💨🖤
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