Blood Meridian by Cormac McCarthy would not have been a book that I would have chosen for me to read. I read this as a group of my friends are starting a book club and this is the first book that had been chosen. Let me explain.
First of all the book should have been easy to find. It was not. For the library copy I was number 45 on the hold list. Now our book club consist of maybe 6 people 9 at that most. So I know that we all were not trying to get the same copy. Secondly the person who picked out this book does not currently live in the US, and he owns his own book. I had to go up to Tacoma to get my copy and then at the book store it was the only one they had. This led me to think “wow this must be some book”.
It was some book alright. I am not one for writing about who did what or spoilers in these reviews that I do. These are about my thoughts and feelings on a book. Nor do I try to write a synopsis of the book, that can be read on Goodreads or other like minded sites. That being said here is what I thought about the book.
I loved the way things were described, I could see and smell the desert. I could feel the heat. The protagonist in the story is the kid, just that the kid. No caps, not a name just the kid. For all of the beauty of the language of the book. I could not get past the fact that there was no character development. It was a book of mostly declarative sentences.
One of the other members of the book club read the book and described it as reading a painting by an impressionist. I never liked them much I always thought they needed glasses. He did really like the book. Give it try if you can find it and let me know what you think.