*Suttree

Suttree -Cormac McCarthy
Of breathing writers, Marquez, Dellilo, McCarthy, Pynchon, Cixous, Roth, Xingjian, Naipul, Salinger (?), this is the best book that I’ve read. Uplifting in only its ultimate sense. Tears of the gut. Tears of tears from the gut of the gut. I feel taught. Thank you. Thank you.

“An opaque smoketarred lightbulb that looked like an eggplant screwed into the ceiling.”
“He was struck by the fidelity of this earth he inhabited and he bore it sudden love.”
“He passed his hand through his hair and leaned forward and looked at the old man. You have no right to represent people this way, he said. A man is all men. You have no right to your wretchedness.”
“I feel like an angel, he told an old lady with a bucket whom he passed.”