Shit Meridian

[Anonymous No.23340827]

Out of these 4, guess which one doesn’t have a valid plot besides “ehhmm and then the kid punched his way out of this one. Gazpacho then raped and killed a Mexican woman. Chapter 58: Cazuela.”

Seriously, I don’t get how this shit gets lauded as the great western epic, besides violence and some interesting Christian metaphors, why would anyone prioritize reading Blood Meridian besides any other fiction piece?

[Anonymous No.23340858]

Post bookshelf

[Anonymous No.23340860]

the fuck is that shit on the right, faggot jap trash

[Anonymous No.23340867]

>>23340860
It's a light novel, more entertaining and certainly better written than that piece of shit.

[Anonymous No.23340870]

>>23340827
>doesn’t have a valid plot
Man & His Symbols and The Red Book? I'd call you a plotfag but I think you're too retarded to even know what plot is.

[Anonymous No.23340874]

>>23340827
It's a semi-historical narrative. Some guys go here, then they go there. The prose is good and it's the reason why people like it. The plot isn't the point.

[Anonymous No.23340908]

McFiltered again

[Anonymous No.23340913]

>>23340858
I did.

[Anonymous No.23340915]

>>23340867
>light novel
>compares jap slop for pedos against actual literature
>tranny characters

pls end your life

[Anonymous No.23340947]

>>23340915
>blood reddittian
> actual literature
it's glorified genre ficition

[Anonymous No.23340951]

>>23340947
go back to jacking off to children cartoons then

[Anonymous No.23340957]

>>23340827
It’s mostly the fine craftsmanship of the style, along with the themes and symbolism he interweaves into it, plus the meticulous research into history he did for it that makes it very technically accomplished as a work of historical fiction.

Shallow as it sounds to say, at least one of the reason it’s so lauded, along with McCarthy himself in general, is simply that he turns out some great sentences. Perhaps similar to how a well-composed entirely instrumental piece of music can have no seeming clear meaning that can be put into words, or a (recognizable) story it tells, but it still scratches our itch for beauty. At this point, anti-McCarthy shills just seem to me like trolls or le edgy young adults who don’t actually give a shit about art and have no good bone for literature. McCarthy is “le popular”, gaining both critical acclaim and some degree of pop culture acclaim and mainstream success (e.g. movie adaptations, Oprah’s booklist, admittedly often shallow BookTubers making videos about him, etc.) so the contrarian urge leads people to go “he is… le bad.”

He’ll be remembered for quite a while in the history of American letters. You and I probably won’t. Call me “le Reddit” if you will, but it’s almost certainly true.

[Anonymous No.23340963]

>>23340947
you keep crying about "plot points", just because you like the same Lame cock-sucking, cookie-cutter trash for normies, you read something different and your brain couldnt comprehend it

[Anonymous No.23340983]

>>23340867
Dropped that shit after the 6th episode, I think it was meant for people who are chronically engaged in isekai culture so it was easy for them to grasp.
The way they brushed past the normal reaction of suddenly finding oneself in a foreign fantasy land and the consequences of time travel rebirth as if it's just normal occurance gave me such a fucking whiplash.
And why do they talk for so fucking long? It's an animation, where is all the cool action? They just, keep, talking, holy shit stop!
Whichever cunt on /a/ who convinced me to watch this shit cause it's "better than FMAB bro, trust" should rope himself.

[Anonymous No.23340995]

>>23340827
I hate plotfags so much it's unreal.

[Anonymous No.23341051]

>>23340827
What makes you an expert on writing?

[Anonymous No.23341239]

>>23340827
McCarthy writes Blood Meridian as an extension to the Bible, reading your jap slop will separate you from actually analyzing a piece of literature. You probably wouldn’t understand the Bible anyways with your Low IQ sasuke shit

[Anonymous No.23341251]

>>23340951
I'm not OP.
>>23340963
BM is for normies now

[Anonymous No.23342304]

>>23340827
Nice toys, anon. Post funko shelf

[Anonymous No.23342419]

>>23340827
based thread
corMID mcSHARTy only appeals to middlebrow adolescent söyfacing edgelords. which is why he’s so popular here of course

[Anonymous No.23342579]

>>23340827
“Interesting Christian metaphors” The Judge isn’t the devil you retard

[Anonymous No.23342964]

>>23340827

[Anonymous No.23342972]

>>23340983
>where's the cool action
The Japs started outsourcing animation to Korea instead of doing it at home, so they lost their talented animators and anyone that could teach the next generation to tool sof the trade, and then the Koreans upped their prices. Essentially, the same as what happened to Western art, but in a commercial setting rather than one generation throwing everything away on postmodernism.

[Anonymous No.23343010]

>>23340915
>actual literature
>and then the kid was traveling through a mountain and his horse died and he walked and his feet hurt and he felt hungry and he met some cowboy and the cowboy gave him food and the kid kept walking and he got back again with the crew then Chespirito said "Cuanto tiempo compadre" and they continued their journey

Great literature anon

[Anonymous No.23343027]

>>23340995
What do you like about BM? I'm sure not the characters, since besides Judge they don't even have a personality. I'm sure not the plot, since it's written like "Then this character went here and he did this and the this guy did this other thing and they got into a fight and the second guy was killed and the first guy escaped and he went to the desert". You sais it's not the plot. What can it be? Do you like the symbolism of the last 50 pages maybe?

[Anonymous No.23343034]

>>23343027
>I'm sure not the plot
I meant prose

[Anonymous No.23343129]

>>23343034
Spectre horsemen, pale with dust, anonymous in the crenellated heat. Above all else they appeared wholly at venture, primal, provisional, devoid of order. Like beings provoked out of the absolute rock and set nameless and at no remove from their own loomings to wander ravenous and doomed and mute as gorgons shambling the brutal wastes of Gondwanaland in a time before nomenclature was and each was all.

They crossed before the sun and vanished one by one and reappeared again and they were black in the sun and they rode out of that vanished sea like burnt phantoms with the legs of the animals kicking up the spume that was not real and they were lost in the sun and lost in the lake and they shimmered and slurred together and separated again and they were augmented by planes in lurid avatars and began to coalesce and there began to appear above them in the dawn-broached sky a hellish likeness of their ranks riding huge and inverted and the horses' legs incredibly elongate trampling down the high thin cirrus and the howling antiwarriors pendant from their mounts immense and chimeric and the high wild cries carrying that flat and barren pan like the cries of souls broke through some misweave in the weft of things into the world below.

The sand lay blue in the moonlight and the iron tires of the wagons rolled among the shapes of the riders in gleaming hoops that veered and wheeled woundedly and vaguely navigational like slender astrolabes and the polished shoes of the horses kept hasping up like a myriad eyes winking across the desert floor. They watched storms out there so distant they could not be heard, the silent lightning flaring sheetwise and the thin black spine of the mountain chain fluttering and sucked away again in the dark. They saw wild horses racing on the plain, pounding their shadows down the night and leaving in the moonlight a vaporous dust like the palest stain of their passing.

Under a gibbous moon horse and rider spanceled to their shadows on the snowblue ground and in each flare of lightning as the storm advanced those selfsame forms rearing with a terrible redundancy behind them like some third aspect of their presence hammered out black and wild upon the naked grounds. They rode on. They rode like men invested with a purpose whose origins were antecedent to them, like blood legatees of an order both imperative and remote. For although each man among them was discrete unto himself, conjoined they made a thing that had not been before and in that communal soul were wastes hardly reckonable more than those whited regions on old maps where monsters do live and where there is nothing other of the known world save conjectural winds.

[Anonymous No.23343503]

>>23342419
edgy

[Anonymous No.23343507]

>>23343027
another plotfag filtered