08 2 / 2014
"The blackness he woke to on those nights was sightless and impenetrable. A blackness to hurt your ears with listening. Often he had to get up. No sound but the wind in the bare and blackened trees. He rose and stood tottering in that cold autistic dark with his arms out held for balance while the vestibular calculations in his skull cranked out their reckonings. An old chronicle. To seek out the upright. No fall but preceded by a declination. He took great marching steps into the nothingness, counting them against his return. Eyes closed, arms oaring. Upright to what? Something nameless in the night, lode or matrix. To which he and the stars were common satellite. Like the great pendulum in its rotunda scribing through the long day movements of the universe of which you may say it knows nothing and yet know it must."
Cormac McCarthy (“The Road”, page 15)
Ummm. “The vestibular calculations in his skull cranked out their reckonings”? “Something nameless in the night, lode or matrix”? What the fuck?
Will I be able to enjoy this book, if that was only on page 15 and there’s 287 in this book? Ugh.
Like, am I crazy, or did that passage basically just say “it was dark and silent and he noticed that it was dark and silent and so he walked towards the dark and silence towards something that was dark and silent”? Am I too stupid for this book?? Is it intellectual masturbation??
Sigh. Gonna keep on trudging along, like a fucking dummy.