Granpa McCarthy turned 93 recently. Wish him a belated bday, /lit/
I thought he died.
Op you suck
I'm looking forward to his next book!
Scrambling up a stone throat pool to pool he saw a mink go black and bowbacked limping over the rocks. Dark mucronate droppings steaming on a shalepane replete with bones, scales, shellshards. At night a high cold wind sucked the fire he squatted by in the eye of the dark. A thin wind, thin air, hard to breathe and bitter cold.That afternoon he crossed the watershed and started down through a dark spruce forest. Ravens flew over the vast high country, the slopes falling away all heather and gray weather wood into the clouds below. He made a fire beneath a shelf of rock and watched a storm close over the valley down there, ragged hot wires of lightning quaking in the dusk like voltage in some mad chemist’s chambers. Rain fell, leaves fell, slantwise and wild, a silver storm blowing down the eaves of the world. He’d found a few wild chestnuts and he watched them blacken in the coals. He cracked and cooled them. All things contained of tree therein, leaf and root. He ate. He’d no food other and he thought his hunger would keep him awake but it didnt. He could hear the long wild sough of the wind in the high forest as he lay there in his blanket staring up at the heavens. The cold indifferent dark, the blind stars beaded on their tracks and mitered satellites and geared and pinioned planets all reeling through the black of space.In the morning there was snow at the higher elevations, a fairyland dust on the peaks. He had bound up his feet with the crokersack and now he simply wrapped the blanket about his shoulders and went down along the ridge, a hermetic figure, already gaunted and sunken at the eyes, a week’s beard. Going shrouded in his blanket through the forest beswirled about by cold gray mist, gray weather, cold day, moss the color of stone. The wind sharp in the dry bores of his nostrils. Down through the pale bare bones of a birch forest where the clawshaped leaves he trod held little ferns of ice. Suttree in the woods was surprised to find small flowers still. He fell into silent studies over the delicate loomwork in the moss. Annular forms of lichens fiery green that sprawled across the stones like tiny jade volcanoes. The scalloped fungus that ledged old rotted logs, flangeous mammary growths with a visceral consistency and pale indianpipes in pulpy clusters among the debris of humus and rich decay and mushrooms with serrate and membraneous soffits where under toads are reckoned to siesta. Or elves, he said. In breeks of kingscord, shirts paned up of silk tailings, no color like the rest. A curious light lay in the forest. He was squatting in the rich and murky earth, the blanket about his shoulders. He wondered could you eat the mushrooms, would you die, do you care. He broke one in his hands, frangible, mauvebrown and kidneycolored. He’d forgotten he was hungry.
In the morning turning up the frostveined stones for bait he uncovered a snake. Fate ridden snake, of all stones in the forest this one to sleep beneath. Suttree could not tell if it watched him or not, little brother death with his quartz goat’s eyes. He lowered the stone with care.
>>25422009shain't allat
>>25421867Anon we need to talk
>>25422009>frangile, mauvebrown, and kidneycoloredLiterature, no, the English language peaked here.
>>25422394Joyce does those color-compounds constantly in Ulysses, he's just imitating that.
>>25422402Doesn’t change what I said tbf
>>25422403yea it does felicia
>>25422402>>25422465Compound words of this sort are at least 2 centuries older than Joyce. They belong to nobody, so everyone has an equal claim on them.
>>25422402>>25422626Agreed that the technique predates both authors, however it's most pronounced in the work of Joyce and he arguably exemplified this technique, and it's undeniable that Joyce exerted a strong influence on McCarthy's prose.
>>25421867i'll remember him most for the time he groomed and sorta kidnapped a teenager to take her on a mexican sex odyssey
>>25422642>it's most pronounced in the work of JoyceThat you know of. Gerald Manley Hopkins was doing this shit in the 1870s
>>25422678whatever, most pronounced out of the authors already discussed until you mentioned this nobody nobody cares about, and nobody can read everyone, anonanyway, not really a refutation or any real addition to my point, have a good day
>>25422626>goalpost shift
>>25422803Are you retarded?
>>25422844>I concede
>mccarthy did it best>well um, actually, it's really old so it heckin doesn't matter who does it
>>25422642>>25422626>>25422803>>25422844>>25422851why did this turn into some kind of debate? I mentioned Joyce because he specifically does it with colors constantly, is an admitted influence on McCarthy, and that guy said that the "English language" peaked there. I never claimed that no one ever did it before Joyce or that anyone owns it, lol.
>>25422865What was the point of bringing up Joyce on somebody's claim that the language peaked with words like mauvebrown and kidneycolored?
>>25422873How can the language "peak" at a point at which it's already been?
>>25422653And the story never "stuck" to him because a) the girl in question, when interviewed, remembers it all very fondly, had a great time and they remained good friends for life, and b) the journalist that broke the story kept trying to self-insert themselves into the drama even though they had zero connection to any of it, which just annoyed people
>>25422876Not everything you read is meant to be literal
>>25422865mccarthyfags are illiterate retards, same old same old.
>>25422642>>25422865I wasn't the one debating you bro, I was just agreeing on the influence. People are just trying to start an argument about who did this first as if that was the point in the first place, which is also why retard below can't understand that he was moving the goalposts. It's about influence, not a chronological catalogue of the use of this technique. Anyone who has read a bit of Joyce and McCarthy would realise the obvious influence very quickly.
>>25422910>>25423009Learn what moving the goalpost means, retard. It doesn't matter who did it first for someone consider the current version "peak". How ficking retarded are you people? It's like someone calling Bugatti chiron as peak of engineering only for retards to come in and start blabbering about how ICE was being used by Model T 120 years ago. It has no relevance.
>>25422876Your retarded ass as well. See>>25423732These writers aren't writing in jive. Language has been at the point it is since after Shakespeare. Doesn't mean it cannot figuratively peak by just being the best version of itself.
>>25423009>It's about influence, not a chronological catalogue of the use of this technique.No it is not, retard. It is about using it well. Joyce was imitating dozens of other writers for him to get credit of anything here. So what inspired McCarthy here becomes irrelevant since the technique is so old, which was your only argument. You're so fucking retarded you failed to follow the thread that you yourself started. How the fuck is bringing up a potential influence an argument against the quality of use of a technique?Besides, McCarthy has rarely been paired with Joyce as far as influence goes. It just seems you are trying to insert Joyce in here out of personal bias.>>25422910O vey, the eternally buttblasted retard has arrived too.
Didn't he die
Cormac McCarthy? More like... Rigormortac McCorpsey!!
>>25422783>Gerard manley Hopkins>nobodyThe absolute state of Joycefags. They would want to remove every mention of writers that came prior just to hide the fact Joyce was the most derivative writer ever.
Daily reminder ICHH > BNW
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>>25422402And Joyce is the most derivative author in all of literature.
>>25423752I wasn't arguing against the quality of the use of the technique at all, you fucking idiot. Can you even read?I just said I think both Joyce and McCarthy used it well, and that its presence in their writing and others makes it an effective one.Are you on fucking meth or something, also, you're not replying to who you think you are, I'm not the OP. You're obviously just trolling though so who cares, go get some fucking pussy for once in your life, oh wait, you can't
>>25421867Random thought: Cormac McCarthy characters aren't big on birthday parties and suchlike. They’re too busy being stoic and solitary. In fact the only CM character I can recall whose birthday we know is Alicia Western:You were born at Los Alamos.Yes. Boxing Day. Nineteen fifty-one.Boxing Day? What is that?It’s the day after Christmas.Why is it called Boxing Day?It’s called Boxing Day because that’s the day you box up all the crap you got that you dont want and take it back to the store.That’s not true.No. Traditionally it was the day you exchanged gifts. Boxes of cookies or whatever. An army sergeant drove my mother to the hospital in one of those olivedrab sedans left over from the war. There was nobody else around. She was supposed to go to Tennessee but in the end they wouldnt let her travel.[Stella Maris]And in The Passenger on her 18th birthday she & Bobby fly to Mexico City and sit in an hotel reading old magazines because it's chucking it down with rain. The trouble is Alicia is a bit annoying. So ideally we want someone else.Are there any others?
mccarthy kiddies still acting like toddlers
