A review by emileegarrett
Blood Meridian; or, The Evening Redness in the West by Cormac McCarthy

3.0

This one was a juxtaposition. It's certainly the most violent, brutal novel I've ever read (and I read a lot of King). Page after page of violent men traveling through the desert, leaving nothing but carnage in their wake. But McCarthy's writing is some of the most descriptive and beautiful I've ever read. One of my favorite sentences: "They went on. Through the noon heat and into the dusk where lizards lay with their chins flat to the cooling rocks and fended off the world with thin smiles and eyes like cracked stone plates." Glad I finally got around to reading McCarthy, but probably can't recommend to most readers.