Kevin’s Corner
“Yeah, Wendell said. I guess you ought to be careful cussin the dead.
I would say at the least there probably aint no luck in it.
It’s just a bunch of Mexican drugrunners.
They were. They aint now.
I aint sure what you’re saying.
I’m just saying that whatever they were the only thing they are now is dead.
I’ll have to sleep on that.”
(No Country For Old Men, Page 73)
Sleep is something in short supply in this violence filled book.
Llewelyn Moss while on a hunt for antelope manages to wound one and is forced to chase it across the West Texas desert country. Instead of finding the antelope dead or dying he finds the results of a drug deal gone bad. To the south of him lie the mountains of Mexico and their stark beauty as well as the surrounding stark beauty of the desert country he walks in as he closes in on three off road vehicles and numerous bodies. He investigates and discovers the dead, the dying, the drugs and a large amount of money. He decides to take the money and run.
Huge mistake.
For Sheriff Ed Tom Bell society at large, as well as the folks that populate his county next to the Rio Grande, have changed so much that he doesn’t know what makes sense anymore. Already facing the twilight of his law enforcement career and burdened by what he did in the war, he feels helpless to stop the killing. With Moss on the run and a number of parties looking to get the money as well as the suddenly now missing drugs and not caring who dies in the process, this caring Sheriff seems always two steps behind.
But their paths do cross, as do numerous other paths in this highly atmospheric read. What follows is an engaging and often very violent read as the bodies pile up on a trail that leads into Mexico and back and forth across Southwest and West Texas. While the read does occasionally confuse the reader due to the author’s absolute refusal to use quotation marks and his rare use of identifier tags such as “he said,” etc., the novel provides a complex study of morality.
Much of this is done through the deeply complex character of Sheriff Bell. Simplifying greatly which does a disservice to the character and the novel, this is a man who knows that he has always done the best he could and yet wonders if he could have done more. He also wonders why so much was sacrificed in war to have society as it stands today. He wonders why the country he fought for has so many folks willing to dope themselves up among other philosophical issues. His conflicted character is in contrast to the killer Chigurh, who along with killing a number of people innocent and guilty alike, offers his own brand of absolute certainty in wisdom regarding himself and the world he inhabits. Somewhere in the middle is the character Llewelyn Moss, who far from perfect, gives in to temptation and sets lose a secondary wave of death and wonders what fate had to do with all of it.
The result is an engrossing story where amidst everything else, a world that makes no sense on one hand and perfect sense on the other is contemplated. Those looking for escapist fun need to look in other places and steer wide of this book. The novel is one of those examples that abound in good literature—a work that makes the reader think.
No Country For Old Men
By Cormac McCarthy
www.cormacmccarthybooks.com
Alfred A. Knopf
www.aaknopf.com
2005
ISBN # 0-375-40677-8
Hardback
309 Pages
$24.95 US
$32.95 Canada
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Thanks for reading!
Kevin R. Tipple © 2005
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
Thursday, December 22, 2005
Another Writing Life Update
Kevin’s Corner
It’s been a little over a month since my last column bemoaning the fact that my fiction still isn’t selling. Since then I don’t have any good news to report in the terms of sales. Nothing. Which is not only revolting personally but also when a cyber friend of mine posts the fact that he just received acceptances numbers 55, 56, and 57 (at last count as it changes hourly) for this year it becomes frustrating as all get out. In other words, he is humming along at more than one a week. Which is true because not only he is more talented than I am he has a lot more contacts and works flowing in the submission pipeline.
At the same time, I have been receiving words of encouragement not only here but through private e-mail as well. Then there is the fact that a certain group that I meet with every month has been enthusiastic in their continuing support of a novel I have been slowly working on. Yes, it has problems and needs a lot of work, but the overall core idea seems to entertain, as do the characters involved. It seems to be more an issue of how to make the novel better as opposed to blowing the whole thing up.
I am also reminded of one of my favorite authors James Lee Burke who experienced his own multi year drought in sales. By no means am I having the absolute nerve to compare my efforts to his. Not hardly. But it seems to me that if he and others have had such problems and overcome them to have the kinds of careers that I and many of us only dream about, then maybe it isn’t time to fold that tent just yet.
So, the tent is still up and the beat goes on. I’m still plagued by tons of self-doubt but then again, I know I may not be the best evaluator of my own work. Hopefully, like the parched landscape of North Texas, we shall both get watered in a good way pretty soon.
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More next time and as always feel free to drop me a note here or at Kevin_tipple@att.net with your comments, observations, and suggestions.
Thanks for reading!
Kevin R. Tipple © 2005
It’s been a little over a month since my last column bemoaning the fact that my fiction still isn’t selling. Since then I don’t have any good news to report in the terms of sales. Nothing. Which is not only revolting personally but also when a cyber friend of mine posts the fact that he just received acceptances numbers 55, 56, and 57 (at last count as it changes hourly) for this year it becomes frustrating as all get out. In other words, he is humming along at more than one a week. Which is true because not only he is more talented than I am he has a lot more contacts and works flowing in the submission pipeline.
At the same time, I have been receiving words of encouragement not only here but through private e-mail as well. Then there is the fact that a certain group that I meet with every month has been enthusiastic in their continuing support of a novel I have been slowly working on. Yes, it has problems and needs a lot of work, but the overall core idea seems to entertain, as do the characters involved. It seems to be more an issue of how to make the novel better as opposed to blowing the whole thing up.
I am also reminded of one of my favorite authors James Lee Burke who experienced his own multi year drought in sales. By no means am I having the absolute nerve to compare my efforts to his. Not hardly. But it seems to me that if he and others have had such problems and overcome them to have the kinds of careers that I and many of us only dream about, then maybe it isn’t time to fold that tent just yet.
So, the tent is still up and the beat goes on. I’m still plagued by tons of self-doubt but then again, I know I may not be the best evaluator of my own work. Hopefully, like the parched landscape of North Texas, we shall both get watered in a good way pretty soon.
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More next time and as always feel free to drop me a note here or at Kevin_tipple@att.net with your comments, observations, and suggestions.
Thanks for reading!
Kevin R. Tipple © 2005