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Good analysis. However, the Glanton gang ‘s downfall was when they stopped warring, and stayed in one place too long, which helped them get betrayed by Tobin the expreist. Tobin helped the Indians with the attack by not warning the gang, in hopes they would kill the judge kill so he could win his soul back. The judge says to Tobin in chapter 17 after Tobin refuses to participate in the discussion on war, “What could I ask of you that you’ve not already given?” Meaning he ahead already sold his soul. Then when Tobin meets up with the kid and Toadvine, he asks if Glanton and the Judge are dead. But later, when talking to David, McCarthy says that Tobin had seen Glanton dead, which means he didn’t need to ask earlier, which means he was pretending to not know, meaning he was part of the betrayal. Not sure to what extent he helped the Indians, directly or indirectly. Later, the judge even gas lights the kid and antagonizes the expriest by saying “the priest does not lie,” but the priest is indeed dishonest. He’s been looking for a way to get away from the judge for a long time. That’s why he wasn’t in the cantina, or around when they partied after getting paid, and frequently is aloof.
Love this analysis. I don’t know if the live-action adaptation is still happening, but I hope they incorporate this detail into the film (or tv show, I’m not sure what they’re going for)
I live in Western Australia. The population density is just over one person per square kilometre. There are over 2.5 million square kilometres, and 75% of the people live in the capital city Perth. It's a truly vast and empty place. I love it.
I could’ve sworn David Brown already had the fancy shotgun with him when he got to sand Diego. I assumed he had stolen it from one of the poor souls robbed at the ferry prior. The gunsmith that Brown takes it to appears to be seeing the shotgun for the first time, admiring its beauty.
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Correct "Sarah Borginnis" . Thanks dude I enjoyed. I think the darkness in their souls overcame them and death is the inevitable end of darkness. The Judge was dancing, but dancing in the dark.
This is one of my favorite passages. First there’s this great imagining of nature as the ruins out of some fairy story. Followed by the clearest glimpse into Glanton’s most fundamental misunderstanding about the world he inhabits as a marionette mudman. And the absolute gut punch CM follows up with. “They rode that night through forests of saguaro up into the hills to the west. The sky was all overcast and those fluted columns passing in the dark were like the ruins of vast temples ordered and grave and silent save for the soft cries of elf owls among them. The terrain was thick with cholla and clumps of it clung to the horses with spikes that would drive through a boot-sole to the bones within and a wind came up through the hills and all night it sang with a wild viper sound through that countless reach of spines. They rode on and the land grew more spare and they reached the first of a series of jornadas where there would be no water at all and there they camped. That night Glanton stared long into the embers of the fire. All about him his men were sleeping but much was changed. So many gone, defected or dead. The Delawares all slain. He watched the fire and if he saw portents there it was much the same to him. He would live to look upon the western sea and he was equal to whatever might follow for he was complete at every hour. Whether his history should run concomitant with men and nations, whether it should cease. He’d long forsworn all weighing of consequence and allowing as he did that men’s destinies are given yet he usurped to contain within him all that he would ever be in the world and all that the world would be to him and be his charter written in the urstone itself he claimed agency and said so and he’d drive the remorseless sun on to its final endarkenment as if he’d ordered it all ages since, before there were paths anywhere, before there were men or suns to go upon them. Across from him sat the vast abhorrence of the judge.“ I just finished my first reread and I still had to sit with Glanton’s death for a whole before reading on. How incredibly poetic that he dies in that bed which is not his bed, which he’s dragged it into a room too small for the frame. Is this room Glanton cobbles up for himself also an inversion the idiot’s cage being burnt by the women?
🚀 I would love to help you understand McCarthy’s novels better in my Cormac McCarthy course & book club. On my Substack, you can access the Blood Meridian For Writers Course and McCarthy’s unreleased interview. Click here to join: writeconscious.substack.com
📖Explore over 200 of McCarthy’s favorite books in my free guide to his favorite books
Access here: writeconscious.ck.page/e20249...
👕Want to REP some McCarthy streetwear? Go here! writeconscious.com
📚Want to WRITE better? Join my free writing school: www.skool.com/writeconscious
📕My Best Books of All-Time List: writeconscious.ck.page/355619...
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🤔My Favorite Cormac McCarthy Novel: amzn.to/3TVdzCQ
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Good analysis. However, the Glanton gang ‘s downfall was when they stopped warring, and stayed in one place too long, which helped them get betrayed by Tobin the expreist.
Tobin helped the Indians with the attack by not warning the gang, in hopes they would kill the judge kill so he could win his soul back. The judge says to Tobin in chapter 17 after Tobin refuses to participate in the discussion on war, “What could I ask of you that you’ve not already given?” Meaning he ahead already sold his soul.
Then when Tobin meets up with the kid and Toadvine, he asks if Glanton and the Judge are dead. But later, when talking to David, McCarthy says that Tobin had seen Glanton dead, which means he didn’t need to ask earlier, which means he was pretending to not know, meaning he was part of the betrayal. Not sure to what extent he helped the Indians, directly or indirectly.
Later, the judge even gas lights the kid and antagonizes the expriest by saying “the priest does not lie,” but the priest is indeed dishonest. He’s been looking for a way to get away from the judge for a long time. That’s why he wasn’t in the cantina, or around when they partied after getting paid, and frequently is aloof.
Thanks for this! Great gem
Love this analysis. I don’t know if the live-action adaptation is still happening, but I hope they incorporate this detail into the film (or tv show, I’m not sure what they’re going for)
Wait- TOBIN WAS WHAT CAUSED THE YUMA ATTACK? HOLY SHIT literally 5 years later and I just realized this now
So that's why Tobin's words were conflicting
I just always assumed he was mad
I live in Western Australia. The population density is just over one person per square kilometre. There are over 2.5 million square kilometres, and 75% of the people live in the capital city Perth. It's a truly vast and empty place. I love it.
Can't wait to see Monday's video. Love your stuff. Keep up the good work. Cheers from Ireland
I am really glad I found your channel btw. I love McCarthy and Wallace
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I could’ve sworn David Brown already had the fancy shotgun with him when he got to sand Diego. I assumed he had stolen it from one of the poor souls robbed at the ferry prior. The gunsmith that Brown takes it to appears to be seeing the shotgun for the first time, admiring its beauty.
Can You please make a Cormac playlist?
Where did you get that tshirt?!
I need it!
The Reddit community is gonna have to un-ban you with these upcoming unreleased interviews
They'll be the first to devour every video while seething with jealousy and downplaying at every turn.
Dude even has 1Q84 by Murakami on his shelf. It’s like you know the exact books I read!
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Get Access to a 144 of Cormac McCarthy's Favorite books below
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This is completely unrelated but any thoughts on nabakov ?
Correct "Sarah Borginnis" . Thanks dude I enjoyed. I think the darkness in their souls overcame them and death is the inevitable end of darkness. The Judge was dancing, but dancing in the dark.
you have opened my eyes. thank you
What is a sub stack?? Does the school you teach at ever give you blow back for the content on your channel.
Balls hehehe I’m am literally the Judge
This is one of my favorite passages. First there’s this great imagining of nature as the ruins out of some fairy story. Followed by the clearest glimpse into Glanton’s most fundamental misunderstanding about the world he inhabits as a marionette mudman. And the absolute gut punch CM follows up with.
“They rode that night through forests of saguaro up into the hills to the west. The sky was all overcast and those fluted columns passing in the dark were like the ruins of vast temples ordered and grave and silent save for the soft cries of elf owls among them. The terrain was thick with cholla and clumps of it clung to the horses with spikes that would drive through a boot-sole to the bones within and a wind came up through the hills and all night it sang with a wild viper sound through that countless reach of spines. They rode on and the land grew more spare and they reached the first of a series of jornadas where there would be no water at all and there they camped. That night Glanton stared long into the embers of the fire. All about him his men were sleeping but much was changed. So many gone, defected or dead. The Delawares all slain. He watched the fire and if he saw portents there it was much the same to him. He would live to look upon the western sea and he was equal to whatever might follow for he was complete at every hour. Whether his history should run concomitant with men and nations, whether it should cease. He’d long forsworn all weighing of consequence and allowing as he did that men’s destinies are given yet he usurped to contain within him all that he would ever be in the world and all that the world would be to him and be his charter written in the urstone itself he claimed agency and said so and he’d drive the remorseless sun on to its final endarkenment as if he’d ordered it all ages since, before there were paths anywhere, before there were men or suns to go upon them.
Across from him sat the vast abhorrence of the judge.“
I just finished my first reread and I still had to sit with Glanton’s death for a whole before reading on. How incredibly poetic that he dies in that bed which is not his bed, which he’s dragged it into a room too small for the frame.
Is this room Glanton cobbles up for himself also an inversion the idiot’s cage being burnt by the women?