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Cormac McCarthy, No Country for Old Men: “They are not some other way. They are this way.”
No Country for Old Men is stylistically enough like The Road that I feel retrospectively justified in having taken the later novel as provisionally representative. There’s the same accumulation of terse, practical sentences propelling the story forward; there’s the same obscure yet precise vocabulary; there’s the same scrupulous, almost tedious, recounting of physical and technical actions; [...]
Is Cormac McCarthy a Terrible Writer?
For the record, I don’t think so. In fact, I think he’s brilliant. Mind you, so far I’ve read only The Road. Still, though I had my doubts when I began it for the first time, by the time I finished it I was under the spell of its strange, difficult, deeply poetic language. I’ve been reading [...]
This Week In My Classes: Cranford and The Road
The honeymoon is over. At the beginning of every term things putter along easily enough while I wonder why I felt so stressed out at the end of the previous term … and then marking starts to come in, and the new assignment sequences dreamed up over the break loom on the horizon and require [...]
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