Product Description

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: #2194 in Books
• Published on: 2007-08-03
• Original language: English
• Binding: Paperback
• 352 pages

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.

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Having eagerly devoured a good number of literary classics from many eras and genres (including most of the McCarthy ouevre), I find myself at a loss to pin down just what it is that makes "Blood Meridian" so utterly, utterly compelling. I have read this book five times now and on each new reading I find more. Other reviewers have lamented a lack of plot but I think this misses the point; history has provided the plot to this novel. Many of the events described between its covers actually happened, and many of the characters did actually exist. McCarthy's "barbarously poetic odyssey" is just that; a beautiful, harrowing narrative charting the fortunes and misfortunes of the characters that populate it. It is a picaresque tale of scalphunters in Texas and West Mexico in the mid 19th century at a time when the white settlers are realising their Manifest Destiny over the aborigines under decree from the rich and the powerful and, by extension, the policy-makers in Washington. The meridian of the title is perhaps the 98th parallel, the dividing line between civilisation and frontier; the lands bequethed to the indian "in perpetuity". This is the geographical arena in which the novel unfolds. But there are many more levels to this tale. There is the ever-present and skillfully maintained metaphor of waxing and waning light; the novel begins and end in darkness. Throughout the middle part of the novel McCarthy blinds the reader with light before heading inexorably toward the evening redness in the west; an relentless fall from the midday meridian . The richness of the prose and the use of language to so vividly evoke a time and a place is astonishing and I have never encountered anything in literature which has such power and grandeur. The book is replete with passages which illustrate this expressive elan:

"The jagged mountains were pure blue in the dawn and everywhere birds twittered and the sun when it rose caught the moon in the west so that they lay opposed to each other across the earth, the sun whitehot and the moon a pale replica, as if they were they were the ends of a common bore beyond whose terminals burned worlds past all reckoning."

"They saw patched argonauts from the states driving mules through the streets on their way south through the mountains to the coast. Goldseekers. Itinerant degenerates bleeding westward like some heliotropic plague."

This latter passage perhaps an allegory-within-an-allegory.

The characters which populate this tale seem like ciphers to the grander themes of free-will and determinism, currents of which run through the novel with implacable force. The individual and his will is painted small against a backdrop of deserts and mountains ever shimmering to the horizon and these in turn baulk before the unreckonable cosmos beyond.

"They moved on and the stars jostled and arced across the firmament and died beyond the inkblack mountains. They came to know the night skies well. Western eyes that read more geometric constructions than those names given by the ancients. Tethered to the polestar they rode the Dipper round while Orion rose in the southwest like a great electric kite"

Cosmos and chaos are central themes here. Glanton and his gang blaze a bloody trail through the ever-reddening west, seemingly unstoppable in their bloodlust. But there is a higher order to their hazardous mayhem. A commentator on the society that has arisen from this uncivil civilization, Douglas Coupland, has said "If something appears to be random it's because you are standing too close to a very big pattern".

And above all this towers the character of the Judge. "The judge like a great ponderous djinn stepped through the fire and the flames delivered him up as if he were in some way native to their element". The judge is the only character to survive this epoch and indeed any other. The temporal aspect of American history and indeed our understanding of the universe itself is subverted by the judge. Throughout the events detailed in the book the judge is present, sometimes it would seem - and one is never sure of this - in several places at the same time. The judge has the power to revise the history which has preceded him, recording in his notebook a version which is expedient to the moment and to the future that, in his hand is "antic clay".

The reader is never far from passages of breathtaking beauty or stomach-rending barbarism. "Blood Meridian" pulls no punches and moves seamlessly from aweful descriptions of a primaeval landscape to awful accounts of medieval bloodletting. The attack by Comanches is actually terrifying and one almost finds oneself faced with this "legion of horribles, hundreds in number...bearing shields bedight with bits of broken mirrorglass that cast a thousand unpieced suns against the eyes of their enemies.".

I don't think plot is important to this novel. Plot is determined by the actions of characters; Blood Meridian is driven by some greater force that will make you question the agencies that shape our small lives and the times in which we live. It is a true allegory for troubled times, set in troubled times. Read this book and then read it again. I have hesitated to call this the Best Book Ever Written, but I've yet to read anything which comes close and I'll be surprised if anything surpasses in my small lifetime.

A novel of breath-taking power and awesome beauty
"Blood Meridian", based on real events, charts the bloody adventures of a group of scalp-hunters in the west a century and a half ago.

The extreme (and random) violence of the novel's many gore-infested passages is too much for many stomachs, but then again life in all its raw honesty often is. Ironically for a novel dealing mainly with death and desolation, the finely-honed prose cascades and sparks off the page like a Catherine wheel, literally taking this reader's breath away.

Throughout, the novel is bestrode by the looming figure of Judge Holden, awesome and terrible, all-knowing yet uncaring, omnipotent and omnipresent, an 1850s reworking of the devil.

Read this novel for the stark beauty of its prose, read it for the terror created by the graphic descriptions of the violence man can - and does - commit on man, read it for the surprising amount of dry, laconic humour in the dialogue, read it to discover the Judge, one of literature's great creations. But read it.

Brutal yet beautiful!
I had never read McCarthy but picked up this book along with "The Road" due to all the Hype from the Oprah book club selection. While the "The Road" is a very good book it is not the masterpiece of "Blood Meridian." This is the most powerful books I have ever read. McCarthy's style is highlighted here: sharp, dry, brittle, and panoramic. I was enraptured by how McCarthy was able to capture the imagery of the southwest landscape with his words. The story itself is horrific, epic, and yet commonplace, the conquering of the west and its people by the whiteman has been better illustrated. On top of all this McCarthy is a grand story teller, who can stretch the limits of imagination without losing the common touch-in other words he keeps it REAL. This is a challenge, but worthy one!