syd’s Reviews > Blood Meridian, or, the Evening Redness in the West > Status Update

omggg each obscure soul WAS enveloped in audible shapes of light (as if it had always been so) !!! Luminosity in beings so endarkened!!!! Reminders of their humanity sitting like lead in the belly. See also: The freedom of birds is an insult to me. god I want 2 check in like every 10 pages. U would think she’d keep a notebook

“[…]and they rode infatuate and half fond toward the red demise of that day, toward the evening lands and the distant pandemonium of the sun.”

who builds in stone seeks to alter the structure of the universe / The way of the world is to bloom and to flower and die but in the affairs of men there is no waning

my sentiments oscillating wildly. Complained to a bartender at length on tuesday. Now I’ve slunk back to the beginning and am in awe. I never laid eyes on the man before today. Never even heard of him.

A struggle, would ya believe it, though I am finally picking up the rhythm of this one. Curt and quietly beautiful. Any given page, you’ll trip over a marvel of a sentence: “Itinerant degenerates bleeding westward like some heliotropic plague.” (82)