Review of ‘Blood Meridian’.
There had been a John Glanton and a gang of scalp hunters under contract to the Mexican Governor of Chihuahua. John Glanton was a Texan originally from South Carolina by way of Tennessee, like so many other Texans. Blood Meridian exists on a level all its own.
A western novel at its core, it satisfies, and then some, all of the needs of the idiom. A masterwork that hits all of the dots, Blood Meridian has lyricism, poetry, account, and musings philosophic, intertwined with sheer horror, populated by horrendous characters that are still totally plausible in all of their OTT noxious. Printed in 1986, Blood Meridian is intrinsically changeless. There had been a John Glanton and a gang of scalp hunters under contract to the Mexican Governor of Chihuahua. The outsourcing of the conflict in Chihuahua against the Apaches climaxed in catastrophe. The historic threads, good and malignant, the mythology and fact. Set against a tripartite of a Mexican, Anglo, and Indigenous American back drop Maybe the most extraordinary thing about this novel is that while nothing good actually ever occurs, Mcarthy trains you not to expect it. Maybe the most fantastic thing about this novel is that while nothing good truly ever occurs, Mcarthy trains you not to expect it.
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