Blood Meridian

It has been a time of immense fortune, having read The Heart Is A Lonely Hunter and then Cormac Mccarthy's magnum opus, a literagy of sun-baked gore. It is a meditation of expansion and justice, broaching themes both disparate and and organic. It is a grisly read, caked with dust and weary of arid flight. It was again Mr. Powell who was first interested in McCarthy, particularly his earlier Southern gothic. It is odd, but a sound testament that Steve Powell has not read than many books but so many appear seminal.

I will be reading Diamond and engaging in a group interrogation of such. N and I will be starting Tolystoy's Resurrection in tandem. I read the first pages just now and found it didactic. Alas, the book is young.