My narration for this 1985 American classic... some rarefied writing in this epic novel. McCarthy's descriptions of the apocalyptic landscape are mind-altering. Blood Meridian defies its genre. Cormac McCarthy is a fevered architect drafting a world whose moral compass points directly at the reader while the foundations of civilization as we know it crumble to dust beneath us. Everything is savage here, conspiring to destroy itself- the landscape, the people... there are no real sides... no true adversaries... no one to root for or against... nature's non-duality is revealed... we are all one under a savage sun. Life and death cycle on, irrevocably intertwined... nature stops just long enough to bury its dead, and then moves on... history is the dried blood in a handful of dust... not since Jack London's The Sea Wolf has a book's philosophical implications snuck up and socked my noggin from behind... great stuff.
