Blood Meridian: Or, the Evening Redness in the West (Picador Books)
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Blood Meridian is an epic novel of the violence and depravity that attended America's westward expansion, brilliantly subverting the conventions of the Western novel and the mythology of the Wild West. Based on historical events that took place on the Texas-Mexico border in the 1850s, it traces the fortunes of the Kid, a fourteen-year-old Tennesseean who stumbles into a nightmarish world where Indians are being murdered and the market for their scalps is thriving. 'McCarthy's achievement is to establish a new mythology which is as potent and vivid as that of the movies, yet one which has absolutely the opposite effect...He is a great writer" - "Independent". "I have rarely encountered anything as powerful, as unsettling, or as memorable as "Blood Meridian"...A nightmare odyssey" - "Evening Standard". "His masterpiece...The book reads like a conflation of the "Inferno", "The Iliad" and "Moby Dick". I can only declare that "Blood Meridian" is unlike anything I have read in recent years, and seems to me an extraordinary, breathtaking achievement" - John Banville.
Product Details
- Amazon Sales Rank: #1370 in Books
- Published on: 1994-01-07
- Original language: English
- Binding: Paperback
- 352 pages
Editorial Reviews
Review
Virtually all of McCarthy's idiosyncratic fiction (The Orchard Keeper, Child-of God, Suttree) is suffused with fierce pessimism, relentlessly illustrating the feral destiny of mankind; and this new novel is no exception - though it is equally committed to a large allegorical structure, one that yanks its larger-than-life figures across a sere historical stage. "The kid" - a Tennessee teenager - wanders aimlessly into the Texas Indian wars of the 1850s. First he's taken on by a wandering troop of ex-American soldiers, planning its own raid into Mexico. Then, after thoroughgoing slaughter of the troops by the Indians, the kid survives to be recruited as a scalp-hunter in a band of Mexican-financed marauders - led by a madman named Glanton, along with his associate: The Judge, a hairless God-or-devil figure who is capable of great ingenuity (when the men run out of gunpowder, The Judge alchemizes a new batch) but who also indulges in eccentric sermons to explain his bloodthirsty brand of philosophy. ("If God meant to intrude in the degeneracy of mankind would he not have done so by now?. . . The way of the world is to bloom and to flower and die but in the affairs of men there is no waning and the noon of his expression signals the onset of night. His spirit is exhausted at the peak of its achievement. His meridian is at once his darkening and the evening of his days.") McCarthy, even more than in previous novels, strains for prophetic, Bible-like tones here - with a cast of allegorical types (a judge, a fool, an ex-priest, the kid) and an archaic vocabulary that lurches from "kerfs" and "bedight" to "rimpled" and "thrapple." But, though there's something stubbornly impressive about McCarthy's unwavering gloom, the novel's unceasing slaughter sometimes suggests a spaghetti-western without a hero, all gore and blazing sun - while its stentorian, pretentious prose will quickly dissuade most readers from attempting to share McCarthy's dark vision. ("He'd long forsworn all weighing of consequence and allowing as he did that men's destinies are given yet he usurped to contain within him all that he would ever be in the world and all that the world would be to him and be his charter written in the urstone itself he claimed agency and said so and," etc.). Grandiose, feverish, opaque. (Kirkus Reviews)
About the Author
Cormac McCarthy is the author of ten acclaimed novels, most recently The Road. Among his honours are the National Book Award and the National Book Critics Circle Award.
Customer Reviews
Where do I go from here?
The writings of Cormack McCarthy for came to my notice earlier this year when I read The Road. Next came No Country For Old Men. After that, I decided to read Blood Meridian. It took me several weeks to read it and in some ways it was laborious, having to use a Spanish and English dictionary all the time. But the effort spent in trying to understand all of the unusual words and concepts that he introduces was worth it.
It is an amazing piece of literature, up there with some of the great 20th century authors.
I urge you to read it!
A journey to the dark side
A long time ago a very astute reviewer said of Herman Melvilles great novel Moby Dick,"A polar wind blows through it and and birds of prey hover over it". A very fitting description of Cormac McCarthys "Blood Meridian" which it resembles.Both the Judge and Ahab are the Devil personified. Both lead their men to destruction over time and vast forbidding terrains. Ahab over the savage seas and The Judge over the stark lunar landscapes of the West. The characters in both books head towards inexorable destruction.
The book is a Western set in that time and place. But it does not slot easily into that genre. I can think of no Western that I can compare it with. Alan LeMays character Amos Edwards in "The Searchers" is a similarly dark character but he is not the devil himself. Aside from Moby Dick I can only compare it with certain Old Testament passages or perhaps an eighteenth century Gothic horror story. The setting I feel is irrelevant. I note one reviewer has read this novel five times such was its power. It has a terrifying beauty that has the strange ability to transfix you like the Gorgons head. You know you are looking at dark forces but are unable to avert your eyes. You are appalled yet compelled. I can understand the compulsion to go back to this book again and again. Could I ? I dont believe so. The novel is just too deep a look into mans heart of darkness. But read it once you must. The power of McCarthys writing takes the breath away. It possesses a strange biblical cadence. Yes it is also visceral, have no illusions, but for all that it is some of the most potent stuff I have read. He has his own unique style which the truly great painters and film makers possessed and he is stamped with the same hallmarks of greatness. Dare I say I believe his writing is as visionary as any of the last centuries writers. A bold claim I know. I can think of no author who can describe landscape better. Contemporary or otherwise. Only time will testify to the truth of this statement. McCarthy can make an unpromising plot mesmerising. Read "The Crossing" to evidence this.
Blood Meridian is set in the 1840s American/Mexican West. It covers the activities of a gang of scalphunters who leave rivers of blood in their wake. It was a period when this area was being laid waste in a scorched earth policy carried out by the Apache Indians. Mexico just South of the border was particularly hard hit. The Apache had warred with the Mexicans for centuries. The hatred ran deep between the two and atrocities were an everyday occurrence. The perfect setting for the nightmare vision that is Blood Meridian.
One can read many things into this book. Many of which may be correct. You must read it yourself and interpret it in your own way. Reading can be a very personal journey. For myself I just saw a rapid and spiralling descent into the dark recesses of the human soul. Aside from the Judge the other characters are not worth mentioning other than to say that they have not a single redeeming feature amongst them. They are a glimpse into those dark places where mans worst vices lurk. No depravity is beneath them. But there is a price to be paid come the final reckoning. They will be judged. The Devil himself lies in wait. He does not age and he laughs at the folly of men. He sees that man never learns from past mistakes. They keep him in business. This keeps him happy so that he can play his fiddle and dance to the end of time.
Far from his best
While there's always merit in McCarthy's prose, this book suffers badly from a lack of a plot. It's not much more than a collection of well written and interesting massacres.




