It is difficult to say a book that writes of such awful topics to be beautiful, but Blood Meridian is.
‘The night sky lies so sprent with stars that there is scarcely space of black at all and they fall all night in bitter arcs and it is so that their numbers are no less.’
‘…the black man’s eyes stood as corridors for the ferrying through of naked and unrectified night from what of it lay behind to what was yet to come.’
McCarthy’s writing is biblical in flavour and he is as poetic as his characters are not. The writing is deep and terrifying and pondering. It has a rolling poetic rhythm I’ve seen before in On The Road and not much elsewhere.