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- The Orchard Keeper, pg 11 (his first novel)
For example, one could easily dice this sentence into multiple sentences or divide it with a semicolon. Somebody could also remove several words. But there is an image so completely captured by the sentence, an image in its fullness, that I can only admire it.
The interesting twist to me is the mental back-rewrite on "limestone shelves"
I initially read it as the more common {adjective}{noun}, before hitting "and climbs" and having to backtrack and reclassify as {noun}{verb}.
And indeed, there is such a verb definition for "shelve": https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/shelve
I was a huge William Gibson fan in my youth though, which generally meant I figured out what the hell the author was talking about 3 sentences or pages later.
To be fair too, Gibson/cyberpunk is probably more conceptually deferred than linguistically deferred.
I.e. it'll toss out new words, then backfill definitions, versus simply combining English in complex ways
In response to the fan complaining, he said something to the effect of 'I wrote Necromancer when I was a young man, and that sort of thing doesn't interest me anymore.'
His later work is far more subtle, sort of about the pervasiveness of dystopian corporate cyberpunk themes underneath modern culture and style?
If you do want more Neuromancer, I'd recommend Richard K. Morgan's trilogy [0] (for god's sake, the books, not the TV series), Ian M. Banks' Culture books [1] (although maybe start with Excession, and read the others if you like it), or go retro for the original cyberpunk short story collections [2].
[0] https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Altered_Carbon
[1] https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Culture_series
[2] https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mirrorshades
Do you have a link to where I can find your work?
I sort of guessed that was where he went with his later work based on book descriptions, but honestly I still plan to read them because that idea is very interesting to me, and I want to read everything I can from authors I respect in order to try to learn as much about writing as possible from them, but you're right, I will probably like them less on a personal level.
For me, the appeal of cyberpunk is taking the dystopian parts of our society — surveillance capitalism, corporate omnipotence, consumerism, commodification, atomization, helplessness, poverty, all the subtle yet inescapable webs entangling us that are usually hidden beneath smiling signs and catchy slogans — and just putting it completely on the table, in full view. Cyberpunk is "hyper-real" — this painfully heightened reality writers can use as a tool to throw the hidden bones of our constructed reality into sharp relief like an X-ray, so that when the reader comes back to the regular world they can't stop seeing everything they saw, like an after image that won't go away even when you close your eyes. The sort of raw sex and drugs and hyper self-expression through transhumanism and so on, the cool factor — that's all almost like a cathartic reward for the dystopian aspects of the setting, while also integrating with those aspects and complexifying the commentary, instead of allowing you to escape it. More subtle commentary has its place, but cyberpunk as a genre is unique, and I think we need more of it.
> If you do want more Neuromancer, I'd recommend Richard K. Morgan's trilogy [0] (for god's sake, the books, not the TV series), Ian M. Banks' Culture books [1] (although maybe start with Excession, and read the others if you like it), or go retro for the original cyberpunk short story collections [2].
Thanks for the recs! All of those are very much on my tbr, although I'm struggling to get into altered carbon for personal reasons unrelated to the stuff I've mentioned previously ;P
> Do you have a link to where I can find your work?
I'm extremely flattered you ask! I haven't put any of my work up anywhere yet because most of my completed stuff is very early — when I was still finding my style and footing — and most of my mature, refined work is as of yet unfinished. I am however currently working on a cycle of novellas (titled Spectrum Fold :)) set in a sort of Gothic cyber+punk post-apocalyptic world deeply inspired by Gibson, Reynolds, R. Talosorian Games, and media like Edgerunners, Fight Club, Dark City, and The Crow. Depending on how comfortable you are with heavy queer and trauma themes (as well as the usual sex, drugs, violence, poverty, etc), if you send me an email I'll send you a link to my first novella when it's ready for release (probably later this year). I'll be publishing it as a DRM free epub on my self hosted server lol.
You called it "ambiguous", but McCarthy's writing is often extremely verbose, an avalanche of specificity, painting extremely evocative landscapes and imagery. Here for instance is his famous description of a Comanche sneak attack:
> 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 wedding veil and some in headgear or 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 sabre 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 hell 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.
I don't really like fanciful writing like that either, but to each their own! I feel like mass media writing has gotten simpler in recent times, targeting a lower grade level than before. Good for me, bad for folks who prefer poetic scenery.
> On the mountain the limestone shelves and climbs in ragged escarpments
There is a mountain with limestone. We are thrown by "shelves" because this is an unusual verb, making us feel uneasy. "Climbs" gives a personal sense to the mountain. Both imply, to me, a laborious nature to the scene. I behold in my mind's eye a mountain with true weight and scale, not just "a mountain".
> among the clutching roots of hickories, oaks and tulip poplars
"Clutching". Do trees clutch? Certainly they do. Do we think of them as clutching? Clutching implies an active and focused activity, as opposed to the normal sense in which we view trees as simply being "rooted" in an established way. "Clutching" is often momentary or done in an emergency/needed situation, so we immediately get a sense that these trees are on odd angles with an odd look to compensate for that.
> which even here brace themselves against the precarious declination
The trees are in a "precarious" situation. Are trees in danger? Sure. Though to me there is also a hint of personhood being implied here. Can plants be in danger? Sure. Who cares? Well, plants care. They accommodate the elements just like we do. Are plants different than us? Are we different than plants? Just what is "danger" in nature, as for us humans danger is very much tied with personhood. Is there a personhood in nature or behind nature?
> allowed them by the chance drop of a seed.
Ah, and then here we are amid all this "drama" of the tree on the hill when we remember it all began by the "chance dropping of a seed". How did all of these seed come from chance? Does that render it pointless? Is it pointless? How to chance and meaning interplay?
I'm not going to answer of the questions posed (though I have some personal beliefs/answers), but these are just the questions it all brings to mind.
To me McCarthy's writing brings the universe's embedded sense of deep meaning/purpose to the forefront and forces the reader to answer: does this matter? McCarthy does not provide an answer.
For what it's worth, I don't think there's a right or wrong answer here. Different authors have different writing styles, and different readers have their own preferences.
For context, I was an environmental science undergrad, and we read a lot of nature writing like this with very descriptive prose. Aldo Leopold, Barbara Kingsolver, The Overstory, etc. have similar passages. Many/most of my classmates loved those kinds of books. I tried, but could not.
In particular, The Overstory is the only book I've ever (tried) to read that was recommended to me by an environmental lawyer, a college teen, an old lady, a grocery store clerk, and a cop – all in the same week or so. It clearly won a place in many people's hearts. But I couldn't read past the third or fourth chapter because it just got so long-winded with descriptions about a chestnut tree. I could see the beauty in it, but I still couldn't bring myself to finish it. (In contrast, I'm now reading a book about AI spaceships... lol. Not exactly Pulitzer material, but a fun read.)
There are other nature-adventure writers with different writing styles, like Jon Krakauer (Into the Wild, Into Thin Air, etc.), who uses grade-school language to rapidly advance the plot page by page. Where setup is important, he centers nature scenes from the perspective of a person experiencing it, instead of the Haiku-like out-of-body experience found in most nature writing. I find that much more relatable, personally. Other books, like The Klamath Knot, center nature in the context of mythology juxtaposed with science, using comparisons and contrast to paint an interesting picture, rather than verbose, painterly descriptions.
It's fine if people prefer one writing style over another. I loved The Road, but watched the movie first and then read the book. I preferred the movie, personally, but the book was fine too (if depressing). He's not one of my favorite authors, but so what? I have nothing against the man.
> Does this matter?
I think it's great that there are authors with distinctive styles, even if they're not for me. It's so awesome -- and rare -- when a book can really grab someone's imagination like that, even if that someone isn't me.
I wondered if the lack of punctuation is just text to speech made manifest.
That said, I can't say I would turn down a free copyediting job by Cormac McCarthy even if I had to drop all my semicolons in exchange.
Some people think all non-fiction writing has to abide by technical writing standards, but that's hogwash and pointless hardheadedness once you actually know how to write and use complex sentences to capture complex ideas well.
> A lapse from a supposed rule of style isn't an offense against nature. It's just a choice with consequences, and sometimes you want the consequences.
You are a member of an ever-smaller group of people who feel that way. https://unherd.com/newsroom/the-melancholy-decline-of-the-se...
> In 2017, author Ben Blatt discovered that semicolon use dropped by about 70% from 1800 to 2000. The ghosts of several authors are now rejoicing. Writers like George Orwell, who called semicolons “an unnecessary stop”. Or Edgar Allan Poe, who preferred the dash. Or Kurt Vonnegut, who famously advised against their use, saying “All they do is show you’ve been to college.” The symbol is facing the same melancholy fate as the dodo, the dinosaur, and the Soviet Union. Extinction.
Also note that two of the three authors cited are known for their bare-bones, economical prose styles; not exactly a cross-section of the literary world. (Poe is debatable--he was probably economical for a 19th century romantic, but not in absolute terms.)
Unfortunate, really. Everything now is supposed to be distilled into these short and clippy sentences and paragraphs. Like newspaper prose. Modern prose fiction is often so anodyne and lifeless; a semicolon, with the freedom to smash things together in fun ways, would do most some good.
They can, but not all prose needs to rely on them. Indeed, the quoted semicolon could easily be swapped for a period with no loss. In such a case it serves more as ornamentation than semantics.
I think the problem with semicolons is twofold:
1. It allows you to write these horrible long sentences (that thankfully nobody does anymore, but if you look at like a Dickens novel they are everywhere).
2. They're a sort of mark of sophistication and wordiness, probably for reason (1), and it's very much the mainstream of the US tradition to reject that.
For all their desperation for simplicity, I don't actually think US novelists are particularly simple writers - Cormac McCarthy is kinda purple a lot of the time. So my feeling is just wanting to get away from wrought sentences and superficial sophistication isn't really worth anything in itself - it just brings you to a different manner of expressing sophistication.
I read it a LONG time ago, and I know how popular it is and I've read just about every post-apocalypse book I can find, my favorite being A Canticle for Leibowitiz.
So I checked out the 1* Amazon reviews and there are some really funny ones written in McCarthys style - https://www.amazon.com/product-reviews/0307265439/ref=acr_dp...
edit: I didn't say what book, The Road. I do believe someone has told me to read Blood Meridian, but I haven't tried.
But you might just not like his stylistic tics. His lack of quotation marks is a stylistic move that repeats across all of his books.
but man, "Passenger" and "Stella Maris" is some of the most bittersweet, heartbreakingly beautiful literature I've experienced.
Audiobook is exceptional.
> "I’m here because I like science, and this is a fun place to spend time"
I would not have drawn that conclusion from reading his novels, or from his essay about The Kekulé Problem. I took The Passenger and Stella Maris to be something like a summary of where he, personally, stood at the end of his life, and they both seemed to take a more complicated stance on scientific progress. Blood Meridian did too. There are plenty of other examples; it's a theme. I don't believe you can fairly draw conclusions about what an author believes based on what they put in their books, but when a consistent trend emerges over time, it's hard to ignore it. I'm not implying that he secretly hated science, I just wonder if he didn't appreciate it in a different way than you might assume given the quote above. Maybe it's the "progress" part of scientific he was cynical about?
For those who are interested, here is the article https://nautil.us/the-kekul-problem-236574/
As you say, Cormac's relationship with science is a bit hard to get from his novels. But I also think he really did love science, you might enjoy one of the most memorable days during the short time I was at the Santa Fe Institute https://dabacon.org/babel/2023/06/13/cormac/
But also yeah totally agree on the “fuck yeah science!!!” Personally that also scares the crap out of me, but maybe that is a bit too much heresy in tech land.
The gist is that he liked smart people. He was good friends with Murray Gell-Mann and others at The Santa Fe Institute. I absolutely think he "liked science," I don't think he was cynical about it, though I do see where you could pick that up in his writing.
According to Gell-Mann, McCarthy knew a lot about 20th century physics...not in terms of math but in a "history of ideas" sense, i.e. where major physicists stood on various questions.
This really came across in The Passenger and Stella Maris.
>Cantor, Gauss, Riemann, Euler. Hilbert. Poincaré. Noether. Hypatia. Klein, Minkowski, Turing, von Neumann. Hardly even a partial list. Cauchy, Lie, Dedekind, Brouwer. Boole. Peano. Church is still alive. Hamilton, Laplace, Lagrange. The ancients of course. You look at these names and the work they represent and you realize that the annals of latterday literature and philosophy by comparison are barren beyond description.
If anything, I would say the book suggests he was cynical about literature rather than science!
> You will never know what the world is made of. The only thing that’s certain is that it’s not made of the world. As you close upon some mathematical description of reality you cant help but lose what is being described. Every inquiry displaces what is addressed. A moment in time is a fact, not a possibility. The world will take your life. But above all and lastly the world does not know that you are here. You think that you understand this. But you don't. Not in your heart you don't. If you did you would be terrified. And you’re not. Not yet.
Almost Lovecraftian to me. I don't think he is drawing a distinction between literature and science either, they are similar in this view of the world. It's more like pre-modern vs. modern, not art vs. science.
Judge Holden is, after all, the main villain of Blood Meridian, and yet he says in a speech:
> Whatever exists, he said. Whatever in creation exists without my knowledge exists without my consent. [...] The man who believes that the secrets of the world are forever hidden lives in mystery and fear. Superstition will drag him down. The rain will erode the deeds of his life. But that man who sets himself the task of singling out the thread of order from the tapestry will by the decision alone have taken charge of the world and it is only by such taking charge that he will effect a way to dictate the terms of his own fate.
I'm sure many people here would, without understanding the context of the quote and his character, identify with that quote nonetheless precisely because of what it offers --- control and mastery.
Everyone makes a big deal of it but is it really just preference or is the idea deeper, that like a all the meaning should be contained in the words anyway and punctuation is a shortcut?
Regarding "McCarthy's vendetta against semicolons" (@metaxy2) there are a number of high profile writers who are very particular about grammar. Example: Stephen King's On Writing shared some opinions about adverbs:
“I believe the road to hell is paved with adverbs, and I will shout it from the rooftops. To put it another way, they’re like dandelions. If you have one in your lawn, it looks pretty and unique. If you fail to root it out, however, you find five the next day…fifty the day after that…and then, my brothers and sisters, your lawn is totally, completely, and profligately covered with dandelions. By then you see them for the weeds they really are, but by then it’s—GASP!!—too late.”
Miller put two colons into the first sentence. There are four quotation marks wrapping text that isn't actually quoting anyone, in an article about a novelist who doesn't use quotation marks even when characters are speaking. The quoted paraphrase includes an unnecessary ellipsis.
Does Miller believe that McCarthy's rules are good ones?
> Finally, try to write the best version of your paper: the one that you like. You can't please an anonymous reader, but you should be able to please yourself.
I think in the context of writing about how a writer uses punctuation, these choices are significant.
McCarthy did not leverage acclaim into Hollywood work like Faulkner. He worked with people who appreciated his skills directly.
McCarthy had a day job. That makes sense. My unease with imagining his playing celebrity was worthy.
Excerpt:
> Now read this from McCarthy's The Crossing (1994), part of the acclaimed Border Trilogy: "He ate the last of the eggs and wiped the plate with the tortilla and ate the tortilla and drank the last of the coffee and wiped his mouth and looked up and thanked her."
> Thriller writers know enough to save this kind of syntax for fast-moving scenes: "... and his shout of fear came as a bloody gurgle and he died, and Wolff felt nothing" (Ken Follett, The Key to Rebecca, 1980). In McCarthy's sentence the unpunctuated flow of words bears no relation to the slow, methodical nature of what is being described. And why repeat tortilla? When Hemingway wrote "small birds blew in the wind and the wind turned their feathers" ("In Another Country," 1927), he was, as David Lodge points out in The Art of Fiction (1992), creating two sharp images in the simplest way he could. The repetition of wind, in subtly different senses, heightens the immediacy of the referent while echoing other reminders of Milan's windiness in the fall. McCarthy's second tortilla, in contrast, is there, like the syntax, to draw attention to the writer himself. For all the sentence tells us, it might as well be this: "He ate the last of the eggs. He wiped the plate with the tortilla and ate it. He drank the last of the coffee and wiped his mouth. He looked up and thanked her." Had McCarthy written that, the critics would have taken him to task for his "workmanlike" prose. But the first version is no more informative or pleasing to the ear than the second, which can at least be read aloud in a natural fashion. (McCarthy is famously averse to public readings.) All the original does is say, "I express myself differently from you, therefore I am a Writer."
> The same message is conveyed by the stern biblical tone that runs through all of McCarthy's recent novels. Parallelisms and pseudo-archaic formulations abound: "They caught up and set out each day in the dark before the day yet was and they ate cold meat and biscuit and made no fire"; "and they would always be so and never be otherwise"; "the captain wrote on nor did he look up"; "there rode no soul save he," and so forth.
> The reader is meant to be carried along on the stream of language. In the New York Times review of The Crossing, Robert Hass praised the effect: "It is a matter of straight-on writing, a veering accumulation of compound sentences, stinginess with commas, and a witching repetition of words ... Once this style is established, firm, faintly hypnotic, the crispness and sinuousness of the sentences ... gather to a magic." The key word here is "accumulation." Like Proulx and so many others today, McCarthy relies more on barrages of hit-and-miss verbiage than on careful use of just the right words.