Friday, 13 July 2012

thirty-four.

Suttree by Cormac McCarthy (1979)

“"They rowed far downstream. Leonard saying Hell, Sut, any place is good and Suttree rowing on. They looked like old jacklight poachers, their faces yellow masks in the night. The corpse lay slumped in the floor of the skiff. The lamp standing on the stern seat with its thin spout of insects caught in its light the wet sweep of the oars, the beads of water running on the underblades like liquid glass and the dimples of the oarstrokes coiled out through the city lights where they lay fixed among the deeper shapes of stars and galaxies fast in the silent river."”

Cornelius Suttree has made his home in a houseboat on the Tennessee River close to Knoxville. He gets by by fishing and spends most of his days either in solitude or with his friends getting drunk. He is also in and out of jail a couple of times.

Cormac McCarthy has a wonderful way of telling about the outcasts. I love his language. I also liked how much the river itself is a character in this book. And Suttree does have some weird friends, and the relationships he gets into are not very successful. And although the setting is very grim, there are some very funny parts. Like the boy who got sent to jail for molesting watermelons.

I'm glad I have more books from Cormac McCarthy to look forward to reading. 

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