CORMAC McCARTHY
Winner of the National Book Award
and the National Book Critics Circle Award
McCarthys prose [is] the most laudable, his characters the most fully inhabited, his sense of place the most bloodworthy and thoroughly felt of any living writers.
Esquire
McCarthy has a voice that is unmistakably his. Its elegiac rhythm captures the badlands of Texas and northern Mexico with a passion most writers either couldnt muster or wouldnt dare.
The Boston Globe
The deity that presides over Mr. McCarthys world has not modeled itself on humanity: its voice most resembles the one that addressed Job out of the whirlwind.
The New York Times Book Review
McCarthy meditates on creation, stares at it. He does not look past appearances, he looks through them The world is set before us with fever-dream clarity and then, with simile and metaphor, he sweeps everything into profound animation McCarthy is writing entirely against the grain of our times, against the haste and the distraction and the moral diffusion As an old, more spacious world rises up, we experience a more vivid and consequential feeling about human destiny, about good and evil and matters of the spirit.
The New Republic
Like the novelists he admiresMelville, Dostoyevsky, FaulknerCORMAC McCARTHY has created an imaginative oeuvre greater and deeper than any single book. Such writers wrestle with the gods themselves.
The Washington Post Book World
This is a room in a tenement building in a black ghetto in New York City. There is a kitchen with a stove and a large refrigerator. A door to the outer hallway and another presumably to a bedroom. The hallway door is fitted with a bizarre collection of locks and bars. There is a cheap formica table in the room and two chrome and plastic chairs. There is a drawer in the table. On the table is a bible and a newspaper. A pair of glasses. A pad and pencil. A large black man is sitting in one chair (stage right) and in the other a middle-aged white man dressed in running pants and athletic shoes. He wears a T-shirt and the jacketwhich matches the pantshangs on the chair behind him.
Black | So what am I supposed to do with you, Professor? |
White | Why are you supposed to do anything? |
Black | I done told you. This aint none of my doin. I left out of here this mornin to go to work you wasnt no part of my plans at all. But here you is. |
White | It doesnt mean anything. Everything that happens doesnt mean something else. |
Black | Mm hm. It dont. |
White | No. It doesnt. |
Black | Whats it mean then? |
White | It doesnt mean anything. You run into people and maybe some of them are in trouble or whatever but it doesnt mean that youre responsible for them. |
Black | Mm hm. |
White | Anyway, people who are always looking out for perfect strangers are very often people who wont look out for the ones theyre supposed to look out for. In my opinion. If youre just doing what youre supposed to then you dont get to be a hero. |
Black | And that would be me. |
White | I dont know. Would it? |
Black | Well, I can see how they might be some truth in that. But in this particular case I might say I sure didnt know what sort of person I was supposed to be on the lookout for or what I was supposed to do when I found him. In this particular case they wasnt but one thing to go by. |
White | And that was? |
Black | That was that there he is standin there. And I can look at him and I can say: Well, he dont look like my brother. But there he is. Maybe I better look again. |
White | And thats what you did. |
Black | Well, you was kindly hard to ignore. I got to say that your approach was pretty direct. |
White | I didnt approach you. I didnt even see you. |
Black | Mm hm. |
White | I should go. Im beginning to get on your nerves. |
Black | No you aint. Dont pay no attention to me. You seem like a sweet man, Professor. I reckon what I dont understand is how come you to get yourself in such a fix. |
White | Yeah. |
Black | Are you okay? Did you sleep last night? |
White | No. |
Black | When did you decide that today was the day? Was they somethin special about it? |
White | No. Well. Today is my birthday. But I certainly dont regard that as special. |
Black | Well happy birthday, Professor. |
White | Thank you. |
Black | So you seen your birthday was comin up and that seemed like the right day. |
White | Who knows? Maybe birthdays are dangerous. Like Christmas. Ornaments hanging from the trees, wreaths from the doors, and bodies from the steampipes all over America. |
Black | Mm. Dont say much for Christmas, does it? |
White | Christmas is not what it used to be. |
Black | I believe that to be a true statement. I surely do. |
White | Ive got to go. |
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He gets up and takes his jacket off the back of the chair and lifts it over his shoulders and then puts his arms in the sleeves rather than putting his arms in first one at a time. |
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Black | You always put your coat on like that? |
White | Whats wrong with the way I put my coat on? |
Black | I didnt say they was nothin wrong with it. I just wondered if that was your regular method. |
White | I dont have a regular method. I just put it on. |
Black | Mm hm. |
White | Its what, effeminate? |
Black | Mm. |
White | What? |
Black | Nothin. Im just settin here studyin the ways of professors. |
White | Yeah. Well, Ive got to go. |
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The black gets up. |
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Black | Well. Let me get my coat. |
White | Your coat? |
Black | Yeah. |
White | Where are you going? |
Black | Goin with you. |
White | What do you mean? Going with me where? |
Black | Goin with you wherever you goin. |
White | No youre not. |
Black | Yeah I am. |
White | Im going home. |
Black | All right. |
White | All right? Youre not going home with me. |
Black | Sure I am. Let me get my coat. |
White | You cant go home with me. |
Black | Why not? |
White | You cant. |
Black | What. You can go home with me but I cant go home with you? |
White | No. I mean no, thats not it. I just need to go home. |
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