Agree with all of this except the last sentence of course.The Passenger and Stella Maris.
Cormac McCarthy is undoubtedly a great writer. His ability to paint a picture, develop interesting characters, and use prose that sends me to the dictionary multiple times per book is remarkable.
But, I just don't grok McCarthy. I enjoy reading his books for the reasons above and I perceive his awesome writing skills. But, often, I just don't like his stories.
For no apparent reason I listened to some of The Last Waltz yesterday, which I haven’t heard in years. I just realized it was likely a subconscious response to your post on Wednesday.Finished Plainsong by Haruf. A book written in the style of the story and very true to the title. Plain. Like an instrument playing one note simply. But good.
Now I have some options but I think Im going to start Insomnia, nonfiction about Robbie Robertson and Martin Scorsese's coke fueled days.
I love Faulkner’s writing. There are no other authors I re-read the way I do Faulkner. Keep a few of his works in my bedside table.^ I mean, it makes one of Dickens' ophan's tales look like a walk in the park with an ice cream cone.
Light in August is a great high modernist novel. It's very dark and almost completely unrelieved by the threads of dark comedy that enliven The Sound and The Fury and As I Lay Dying. This one, unlike those other two novels, does not employ stream of consciousness (one late chapter excepted). In that sense the writing is straight forward, if elaborate. The technique here is to tell a compelling story from so many characters' unique angles that it's something like reading a cubist painting, if a painting could move back and forth in time. I was captured from the opening chapter. I don't want to talk about the plot because the reader spends the entire book identifying and assembling those pieces. When I finish one of his greatest novels my first impulse is always to reread it.
