I read Coin Locker Babies pretty recently, it was crazy. there's two kids who are abandoned at birth in coin lockers and a lot of bad things happen to them. they become obsessed with womb sounds, one becomes a track and field star before killing a bunch of people in a toxic section of town, the other becomes a weird genderless pop star, and together they kill their mothers but also go on a deep sea diving mission to uncover this incredibly dangerous chemical called DATURA to wipe out Tokyo.
OR! or! maybe read something by Bukowski, like Post Office or Ham on Rye. It's pulpy and funny and vulgar and disgusting and the chapters are very short. Very easy to fly through those. Maybe read a book on games. I'm not a big Doom fan or anything but Masters of Doom is a great book, a super exciting story.
Ah, Blood Meridian, monsieur? That novel is the sark and chaparral of literature, the filament whereon rode the remuda of highbrow, corraled out of some destitute hacienda upon the arroyo, quirting and splurting with main and with pyrolatrous coagulate of lobated grandiloquence. Our eyes rode over the pages, monsieur, of that slatribed azotea like argonauts of suttee, juzgados of swole, bights and systoles of walleyed and tyrolean and carbolic and tectite and scurvid and querent and creosote and scapular malpais and shellalagh. We scalped, monsieur, the gantlet of its esker and led our naked bodies into the rebozos of its mennonite and siliceous fauna, wallowing in the jasper and the carnelian like archimandrites, teamsters, combers of cassinette scoria, centroids of holothurian chancre, with pizzles of enfiladed indigo panic grass in the saltbush of our vigas, true commodores of the written page, rebuses, monsieur, we were the mygale spiders too and the devonian and debouched pulque that settled on the frizzen studebakers, listening the wolves howling in the desert while we saw the judge rise out of a thicket of corbelled arches, whinstone, cairn, cholla, lemurs, femurs, leantos, moonblanched nacre, uncottered fistulas of groaning osnaburg and kelp, isomers of fluepipe and halms awap of griddle, guisado, piloncillo.
Whenever I actually open up Blood Meridian and scan through it I'm surprised by how much punctuation there is. It's still little enough that that copypasta should have less, but when I was reading it I felt like the punctuation was almost non-existent which is not the case at all even if it's used very sparingly compared to what I'm used to.
I meant repeating plot beats so the reader doesn't wander off and forget, like it's a shitty anime in book form, not literal repetitive actions.
jfc, go back to Ganker with these bon mots.
The time for it came and went. Which is to say, the time when you could make adventure game tie-ins like they did with Bladerunner, Neuromancer etc. Tho Disco Elysium did kind of show that you can still make an adventure game with no combat and it still be wildly popular, that's kind of the exception proving the rule. Most people want a Red Dead 2 where you do nothing but kill bandits for hours, like a Bethesda game. Blood Meridian is a work of literature, most games are anti-literature; it's a tall order.
I would play it if it was essentially RDR2 but with less cutscene and pandering, and more senseless violence. And there's no honor system, all the missions require you to be a cold-blooded butcher.
>2024
>Still no Sabriel game OR film
I will forever be sad
>press X to smash the baby against the rock
>press R2 to rape little boys
yeah I don't know how well it'd translate to a videogame
PEAK KINO
>press R2 to rape little boys
Shotagays eating good
I will now buy your game
UHH BUHHH! MUH BLOOD MERIDIAN!! BUHH DUUUUUUUUUUUH SPSPSPPTTTLTLTOTPTBTPBTPBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBB UHHHHHHH BUH MUHRIDIAN DUUUHHHH
i havent read a book in 10+ years.
give me your best sub-200page books to "get me back in the game".
Child of God by Cormac McCarthy
Good read about a deranged loner, also primes you for Blood Meridian's content and writing style.
I read Coin Locker Babies pretty recently, it was crazy. there's two kids who are abandoned at birth in coin lockers and a lot of bad things happen to them. they become obsessed with womb sounds, one becomes a track and field star before killing a bunch of people in a toxic section of town, the other becomes a weird genderless pop star, and together they kill their mothers but also go on a deep sea diving mission to uncover this incredibly dangerous chemical called DATURA to wipe out Tokyo.
OR! or! maybe read something by Bukowski, like Post Office or Ham on Rye. It's pulpy and funny and vulgar and disgusting and the chapters are very short. Very easy to fly through those. Maybe read a book on games. I'm not a big Doom fan or anything but Masters of Doom is a great book, a super exciting story.
Corncob has been made utterly redundant by the works of Thomas Ruggles Pynchon.
Red dead redemption is clearly inspired by it.
do an evil karma playthrough in any game and make yourself op with cheats, you are now the judge holden
Ah, Blood Meridian, monsieur? That novel is the sark and chaparral of literature, the filament whereon rode the remuda of highbrow, corraled out of some destitute hacienda upon the arroyo, quirting and splurting with main and with pyrolatrous coagulate of lobated grandiloquence. Our eyes rode over the pages, monsieur, of that slatribed azotea like argonauts of suttee, juzgados of swole, bights and systoles of walleyed and tyrolean and carbolic and tectite and scurvid and querent and creosote and scapular malpais and shellalagh. We scalped, monsieur, the gantlet of its esker and led our naked bodies into the rebozos of its mennonite and siliceous fauna, wallowing in the jasper and the carnelian like archimandrites, teamsters, combers of cassinette scoria, centroids of holothurian chancre, with pizzles of enfiladed indigo panic grass in the saltbush of our vigas, true commodores of the written page, rebuses, monsieur, we were the mygale spiders too and the devonian and debouched pulque that settled on the frizzen studebakers, listening the wolves howling in the desert while we saw the judge rise out of a thicket of corbelled arches, whinstone, cairn, cholla, lemurs, femurs, leantos, moonblanched nacre, uncottered fistulas of groaning osnaburg and kelp, isomers of fluepipe and halms awap of griddle, guisado, piloncillo.
Too much punctuation.
Whenever I actually open up Blood Meridian and scan through it I'm surprised by how much punctuation there is. It's still little enough that that copypasta should have less, but when I was reading it I felt like the punctuation was almost non-existent which is not the case at all even if it's used very sparingly compared to what I'm used to.
yeah, I hate when writers use interesting words.
take me back to muh Sanderson repeating the same boring thing 50 million times.
Glanton spat.
I meant repeating plot beats so the reader doesn't wander off and forget, like it's a shitty anime in book form, not literal repetitive actions.
jfc, go back to Ganker with these bon mots.
Oh, that explains why lit grads rejects are obsessed with it.
Try Blood West
The time for it came and went. Which is to say, the time when you could make adventure game tie-ins like they did with Bladerunner, Neuromancer etc. Tho Disco Elysium did kind of show that you can still make an adventure game with no combat and it still be wildly popular, that's kind of the exception proving the rule. Most people want a Red Dead 2 where you do nothing but kill bandits for hours, like a Bethesda game. Blood Meridian is a work of literature, most games are anti-literature; it's a tall order.
I would play it if it was essentially RDR2 but with less cutscene and pandering, and more senseless violence. And there's no honor system, all the missions require you to be a cold-blooded butcher.
read another book
>tfw video games and youtube shorts have fried my attention span
>haven't read a book cover to cover in at least 10 years
Fear and Hunger only set in the wild west.
You fight, talk and sneak your way through ever danger in cowboy land, but no matter what you to the devil violates you in an outhouse.
>highschooler reads book thats not assigned reading for the first time