I have now read 3 books by McCarthy. I can get over the indifferent and downright criminal neglect of punctuation. It’s irritating and lazy and disrespectful but there are things I do really enjoy about his writing.
I love reading authors who write in dialect. I have just finished Outer Dark. The dialect is a marvelous aid to imagery.
McCarthy turns a fantastic phrase quite frequently, even if it does sometimes seem that he writes with thesaurus quick to hand in order to impress the critics. He does use language beautifully, though.
They watched her sit, holding the bundle up before her, the lamp just at her elbow belabored by a moth whose dark shape cast upon her face appeared captive within the delicate skull, the thin and roselit bone, like something kept in a china mask
I admit that this next one probably appeals to me largely because I love the word “moiled.”
His shadow moiled cant and baneful over the lot below him…
But… he’s even worse than Dean Koontz about not knowing how or when to end a story He could have either ended Outer Dark a chapter or two sooner than he did or gone on with the story for another few chapters. I’m sure those who consider themselves literati and those who value symbolism more than storytelling and content would say that I am simply too stupid to comprehend the ending or grasp the genius of the author. All I know is that it seemed pointless just like the ending of No Country for Old Men. I don’t truthfully remember that much about the ending of The Road so I can’t honestly say that it ended pointlessly but I have my suspicions.
Such a shame. I really did enjoy all three books – up until the last few chapters. Since I read for enjoyment rather than to pick apart for symbolism and insightful commentary on the human condition I may or may not pick up another McCarthy in the future.
I’m fairly sure I’ve mentioned and linked to this poem before but while we are on the subject of “moiled”: