Toadvine and the Kid

by wiggs66

redness

Was chatting last night about road trips and Cormac McCarthy, with the excellent John Clegg, on the occassion of his Tequila Slammer read-through of ‘Captain Love and the Five Joaquins’ (recommended), and was reminded of just how much mud there is in McCarthy’s masterpiece ‘Blood Meridian; Or, The Evening Redness in the West’. It’s thick with it. The scene where the kid and the earless Toadvine slug it out in the mud outside the saloon latrines, being particularly memorable. If anyone fancies ‘Paradise Lost’ redrafted as a savage anti-Western, daubed with blood and mud, and wearing necklaces strung with ears, then look no further…