Yes, pretty much same here. McCarthy is such a highly stylized, often emotionally remote, sometimes nihilistic author that I don't think appreciating his work requires one to imagine an unimpeachable private life.
Nice to see struggling through Frye wasn’t totally in vain. And I’m with you on the New Yorker. Same goes for the Atlantic. So whiny. Not to get all Andy Rooney, but I’d give my left arm for a deep read into the lives of mockingbirds or paper wasps or why the fuss about power lines faded away. In other words, just tell me something i don’t know.
I have determined to continue to love the genius of McCarthy and his work, and consider Blood Meridian worthy to be praised.
Yes, pretty much same here. McCarthy is such a highly stylized, often emotionally remote, sometimes nihilistic author that I don't think appreciating his work requires one to imagine an unimpeachable private life.
Nice to see struggling through Frye wasn’t totally in vain. And I’m with you on the New Yorker. Same goes for the Atlantic. So whiny. Not to get all Andy Rooney, but I’d give my left arm for a deep read into the lives of mockingbirds or paper wasps or why the fuss about power lines faded away. In other words, just tell me something i don’t know.
Agreed—and love the Andy Rooney reference!