Blood Meridian var verkligen en besvikelse. Jag fann det väldigt ointressant och kunde inte bry mig mindre om vad som skulle hände med "The Kid."
The Road gillade jag, även om jag tycker hans prosa ofta bli klichéartat, fylld med med meningar som "Nights dark beyond darkness", "The days more gray than the what had gone before..." osv osv. Cormac har ingen originalitet, han tar ständigt samma teman och beskriver dem. Nej, inge nobelprisämne. Jämför tex med Faulkner, som verkligen kan skriva riktigt jävla bra.
Cormac McCarthy
Citat:
When he woke in the woods in the dark and the cold of the night he'd reach out to touch the child sleeping beside him. Nights dark beyond darkness and the days more gray each one than what had gone before. Like the onset of some cold glaucoma dimming away the world.
William Faulkner
Citat:
That night they talked. They lay in the bed, in the dark, talking. Or he talked, that is. All the time he was thinking 'Jesus. Jesus. So this is it.' He lay naked too, beside her, touching her with his hand and talking about her. Not about where she had come from and what she had even done, but about her body as if no one had ever done this before, with her or with anyone else. It was as if with speech he were learning about women's bodies, with the curiosity of a child.