This book is absolutely beautiful. It holds it's place right behind Gaiman's American Gods as my second favorite novel ever written.
Let me explain: Wh...moreThis book is absolutely beautiful. It holds it's place right behind Gaiman's American Gods as my second favorite novel ever written.
Let me explain: When I first read The Road, I immediately fell in love with Cormac McCarthy’s writing style. The absence of quotation marks, the SAT vocabulary, the full-page long comma-less sentences, and vivid imagery, while off-putting to many, for me was the literary equivalent of an orgasm. The story was not what I expected or wanted it to be, but the writing had me wanting more.
Suttree gave me the more that I wanted, with plenty of extra goodies piled on to not only make me reconsider my opinions on McCarthy as a novelist, but also to become one of my favorite novels of all time, earning a place in the top three slots.
There is not much in the way of story and plot in Suttree, but I find that that is what I enjoy that the most in books. When I go over my favorite novels, the thing they all have in common is their narrative. They all are an account of a character’s life that seem like it could easily go on forever, and in my mind, I want that to happen. I never want these people to go away or their lives to be done when I close the pages of the book. This is how I felt about the “plot” of Suttree.
The characters of the novel are what I really loved. There was not one social outcast in the little riverside community that was like another, each one with his own unique life that he lived. They were like real people they were so varied and different, from their looks to their homes to their topics of conversation. The characters became my friends, and while I read, I was convinced they were living, breathing people.
Of course, the writing was where McCarthy really showcased his talents as a writer. Suttree had everything that I learned to love that I found in The Road. But in Suttree I encountered something that comes only once every thousand books or so. The description of the scenes and settings in this book were so vivid that in my mind’s eye I saw every last blade of grass, every bead of sweat as though the novel were what I actually saw. For hours at a time I would forget myself and my life as I became immersed in McCarthy’s world; I became the main character of Cornelius Suttree, or Harrogate, or the hobo under the bridge. Often, one of my brothers would come and say, “Brandon, you’ve been in your room for three hours without making a sound, what are you doing in here?”
The dialogue was also brilliant. There were no trite or unrealistic lines of dialogue to be found in this book, which only served to further make this world more realistic.
This book is one of my favorites, a six star book, but I do not recommend to everyone. This book can only be appreciated by a select few. Those who are willing to look for the diamonds in what appears to be the rough will find what I found: pure bookish bliss. For those who cannot be bothered to look, these riches shall elude you. (less)