Blood Meridian Broke Me. No Country for Old Men Is Letting a Little Light In.
I read Blood Meridian recently and it was one of the darkest, most spiritually draining books I’ve ever touched. Brilliant, but merciless.
Now I’m in No Country for Old Men, and while it’s still violent, there’s a surprising thread of hope running through it — mostly in Sheriff Bell’s reflections. It feels like McCarthy finally lets a small light exist in the world.
The timing of reading these has been uncanny for me personally, almost like they’re speaking into things I’m walking through. Didn’t expect McCarthy to offer any kind of comfort, but here we are.