Rdrama Bookclub Discussion Thread #12 :marseyreading:. Blood Meridian (Chapter I-V) :marseybountyhunter::capycowboy:

!bookworms, first Blood Meridian thread!

Next week's thread will cover chapter's VI-XI.

Hope you guys are enjoying it!

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My thoughts on it so far. The story and setting are quite engaging, the lack of punctuation makes it a bit harder to follow at the beginning but one gets used after chapter 1. The narration style is quite interesting, the book begins with “See the kid”, as if the narrator is showing us what is happening. The book is more gruesome that I thought, so far we've seen babies murdered, an entire town scalped and mutilated, gory details about eyes being plugged, smell of urine mixed with blood after the battle, etc. All of that within the context of the end of the American-Mexican war, the captain is a moronic burger with no plan at all besides some vague “we'll take the north of Mexico for us, rule over the mexicans and kill the darn injuns” which ends up backfiring horribly.

I like it, I'm curious to see where the story goes.

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I think a lot of people get filtered by McCarthy's prose and I was still getting used to it until the Apache attack, then I was so hooked I nearly finished the book that night

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A legion of horribles, hundreds in number, half naked or clad in costumes attic or biblical or wardrobed out of a fevered dream with the skins of animals and silk finery and pieces of uniform still tracked with the blood of prior owners, coats of slain dragoons, frogged and braided cavalry jackets, one in a stovepipe hat and one with an umbrella and one in white stockings and a bloodstained weddingveil and some in headgear of cranefeathers or rawhide helmets that bore the horns of bull or buffalo and one in a pigeontailed coat worn backwards and otherwise naked and one in the armor of a spanish conquistador, the breastplate and pauldrons deeply dented with old blows of mace or saber done in another country by men whose very bones were dust and many with their braids spliced up with the hair of other beasts until they trailed upon the ground and their horses' ears and tails worked with bits of brightly colored cloth and one whose horse's whole head was painted crimson red and all the horsemen's faces gaudy and grotesque with daubings like a company of mounted clowns, death hilarious, all howling in a barbarous tongue and riding down upon them like a horde from a heck more horrible yet than the brimstone land of Christian reckoning, screeching and yammering and clothed in smoke like those vaporous beings in regions beyond right knowing where the eye wanders and the lip jerks and drools.

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Are you feeling okay bud?

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