And they rode on and the bloody sunrise crept in over the flat plains and The Judge killed and murdered and raped...

The Road was good, albeit depressing af

Not a book but here's the Tommy Wiseau of poetry

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lmao

>A dark silluete of a wagon stuffed full of indians swaying against the golden horizon calls the attention of The Judge who's looking at the creation from the top of the mountain named by him Cairo. He sits naked by the water fountain with his legs crossed and his arms against the sky and hummns indecipherably and prophesizes that they'll rode on in search of no tails for the week until they finally set camp and trade with the indians. Glanton agrees and they rode on over the plains and after a week many men lay dead out of hunger and slow death by the sun heat until Glanton sees the peak of a brown archer in their immediate horizon and speeds the front line. They reach the indians who meet them with glaring eyes and wide smiles and they trade weapons and food for the day until the night crepts in. Then The judge as if he were a speed demon comes out of the autistic dark from the back line cutting through the ranks of soldiers leaving trails of confused wounded men he interrupts the feast and spakes with fury that they should put their hands in the air and step out of the wagon slowly and carefully. Glanton does nothing. The indians see themselves outnumbered and obey like little creatures and as last indian rolls out of the stuffed vehicle forming an indian line the judge pulls two pistols and asks if they have any beans or tortillas for the night. The indians look at each other confused and answer that they are not in posession of any tortillas or beans. Then The Judge smirks and condemns them to eternal hell fire and shoots them dead with a single blow of each pistol then spits on the ground.
>A judge who ain't no judge judging men
>I ain't no like that
>The kid whispers...
- Blood Meridian, Chapter IV pg. 132
Imagine thinking this is good. Blood Meridian is for underage retards.

Do you know what the true definition of insanity is, my friend?

liking Blood Meridian

but r/books loves blood memeidian

I think you are the redditor

I think you're just retarded

Nice parody

I became interested in reading Blood Meridian when I heard about it's prose being really fucking weird and unorthodox, but I wasn't expecting this
this is a God damned mess

It’s not interesting he book

Maybe if you learned English first lmao

According to Harold Bloom

>it reads like a screenplay
That’s exactly the feature of the 21st-century novel.

This isn't in blood meridian.

This "making up fake quotes from Blood Meridian" meme is genuinely the first meme that ever infuriated me.

Guess how I know that every Blood Meridian hater is a yuropoor

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I liked it personally

was mccarthy the first contemporary writer to popularised the style of writing where you just write in one big long continous run-on sentence because it seems like he really overused that technique in blood meridian
i.e. 'the kid walked to the rock and then walked back again and then did a poo and then reloaded his gun and then sat down'

op never read the book, 'the judge,' wasn't capitalized and hardly did anything except piss on sulphur

>That Like! thingy
Is there a worse fucking holiday than April Fools?

LOL upboated good sir

EDIT: thanks for the like kind stranger!

Good book.

Blood Meridian will go down as the greatest book of the 20th century? You mad Europoo?

London??

>In the end, the real Blood Meridian was the friendships he made along the way
hm

>A legion of horribles, hundreds in number, half naked or clad in costumes attic or biblical or wardrobed out of a fevered dream with the skins of animals and silk finery and pieces of uniform still tracked with the blood of prior owners, coats of slain dragoons, frogged and braided cavalry jackets, one in a stovepipe hat and one with an umbrella and one in white stockings and a bloodstained weddingveil and some in headgear of cranefeathers or rawhide helmets that bore the horns of bull or buffalo and one in a pigeontailed coat worn backwards and otherwise naked and one in the armor of a spanish conquistador, the breastplate and pauldrons deeply dented with old blows of mace or saber done in another country by men whose very bones were dust and many with their braids spliced up with the hair of other beasts until they trailed upon the ground and their horses’ ears and tails worked with bits of brightly colored cloth and one whose horse’s whole head was painted crimson red and all the horsemen’s faces gaudy and grotesque with daubings like a company of mounted clowns, death hilarious, all howling in a barbarous tongue and riding down upon them like a horde from a hell more horrible yet than the brimstone land of Christian reckoning, screeching and yammering and clothed in smoke like those vaporous beings in regions beyond right knowing where the eye wanders and the lip jerks and drools.

>autistic dark

I thought it was alright. Would've probably liked it more if McCarthy didn't autistically describe the landscape/surroundings for half of each chapter.

the 21st-century American novel*

this is somehow better than i remember it...

that's the most retarded thing i've ever read