Originally Posted by johnapril
I completed reading Blood Meridian this evening. I struggled to feel compassion for any of the characters, but once I made it past needing that, I found the judge a fascinating character. Both books have very simple plots. A direction. A handful of characters. McCarthy relies on violence in both to make a story, but more so in BM. I don't care one way or another about the amount of violence. The writing style here is more dense than in The Road. That's how I became less enchanted. I found myself longing for the later work, its simplicity not only in style but also the relationship between father and son and the constant impending threat to their frailty and the setting and the color palette and the doom, all working together. I miss that meditation on finality.
All of us felt cabin fever yesterday. I took my 7-year-old son out for a walk in our neighborhood late in the afternoon and felt the cold and the dark on us and wondered how I would take care of him if it were like that all the time from thereon. Cold, dark, no food, other people were a threat. We came upon a yard lighted with Christmas lights and floodlights and a family making snowmen in the front yard. A few steps away was their lit up front door, and past the door their warm house. For a moment I hesitated to go any further.
Thanks for the observations, which are generally consisent with my own reading experience. The judge is, indeed, a fascinating character.