Carla Jean, the only girl in No Country for Old Men.
When I got out of highschool I was still sixteen and I got a job at Wal-Mart. I didnt know what else to do. We needed the money. What little it was. Anyway, the night before I went down there I had this dream. Or it was like a dream. I think I was still about half awake. But it come to me in this dream or whatever it was that if I went down there that he would find me. At the Wal-Mart. I didnt know who he was or what his name was or what he looked like. I just knew that I'd know him when I seen him. I kept a calendar and marked the days. Like when you're in jail. I mean I aint never been in jail, but like you would probably. And on the ninety-ninth day he walked in and he asked me where sportin goods was at and it was him. And I told him where it was at and he looked at me and went on. And directly he come back and he read my nametag and he said my name and he looked at me and he said: What time do you get off? And that was all she wrote. There was not no question in my mind. Not then, not now, not ever.
No Country for Old Men
Cormac McCarthy
The Invisible Woman in the Modern Western em Cinema Without Borders.
Blogging can many times be a sort of package fast-food of clichés and popular culture. Anything that you think of writing has been written before by others, many times and much better. Or you can be the first one but you're still sure someone else will come and do it better, sooner or later. In the meantime, the outthere swells with information and waste and just plain people. But so it is, and it's still great.
What could I possibly say about this book? It doesn't lend itself to comment, or to the average-blog-post: image, couple of clichés supposedly loaded with "meaning", youtube to finish it off and a few links. I can say what comes to my mind as the plot unfolds. Still convinced this is nothing but an excellent thriller that sucks from the great desert/bad seed mythology, I see a connection with old time epics, references to larger-than-life heroes and a certain good vs. evil look. Chigurh stands for fate, he stands for what comes inevitably after a man looses his soul. The gigantic male characters and idealized women drink from the Iliad, but any comparison other than context would be totally abusive. Still, the greatest book for a boring weekend.
light gazing, ışığa bakmak
Friday, February 15, 2008
There was not no question in my mind
Publicado por Ana V. às 12:56 AM
TAGS Biblioteca de Babel, No Country for Old Men, O meu cinema é o meu cinema
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2 comments:
Olá
Gosto do teu novo penteado color-rastafari-like do Sol. Remodelações de fim de estação?
Bom fim-de-semana. Eu aproveito-o para deixar barba de 3 dias - remodelações de sábado!!!
Beijo
Hey Tozz! Bom fim-de-semana para ti, estou em remodelações de imagem ! É para a primavera, pois... Beijinho, Ana
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