A review by rzarate9696
Blood Meridian, or The Evening Redness in the West by Cormac McCarthy

5.0

This is my kind of book: an anti-western composed of dusty similes and sun-bleached metaphors, drenched in a dressing of blood and peppered with bone, garnished with philosophical meanderings into oblivion. The beast feasting on the mess is the antagonist Judge Holden, and the protagonist, The Kid, serves as his tarnished fork, falling and rising, weaved and yarned through entrails and brain matter. This is a new favorite for me and I'll be revisiting it, thinking about it, and catching up on academic interpretations of its meaning for an indefinite amount of time.