„You never know what worse luck your bad luck has saved you from.“
— Cormac McCarthy, book No Country for Old Men
Source: No Country for Old Men (2005)
Birthdate: 20. July 1933
Other names: کورمک مککارتی
Cormac McCarthy is an American novelist, playwright, and screenwriter. He has written ten novels, spanning the Southern Gothic, Western, and post-apocalyptic genres.
McCarthy's fifth novel, Blood Meridian , was on Time magazine's 2005 list of the 100 best English-language books since 1923.
For All the Pretty Horses , he won both the U.S. National Book Award and National Book Critics Circle Award. His 2005 novel No Country for Old Men was adapted as a 2007 film of the same name, which won four Academy Awards, including Best Picture. All the Pretty Horses, The Road, and Child of God have also been adapted as motion pictures.
McCarthy won the Pulitzer Prize and the James Tait Black Memorial Prize for Fiction for The Road . In 2010, The Times ranked The Road first on its list of the 100 best fiction and non-fiction books of the past 10 years. Literary critic Harold Bloom named McCarthy as one of the four major American novelists of his time, alongside Don DeLillo, Thomas Pynchon and Philip Roth, and called Blood Meridian "the greatest single book since Faulkner's As I Lay Dying".
— Cormac McCarthy, book No Country for Old Men
Source: No Country for Old Men (2005)
— Cormac McCarthy, book All the Pretty Horses
Source: All the Pretty Horses
— Cormac McCarthy, book The Road
Source: The Road
Blood Meridian (1985)
Source: Blood Meridian, or the Evening Redness in the West
— Cormac McCarthy, book All the Pretty Horses
All the Pretty Horses (1992)
Context: He remembered Alejandra and the sadness he'd first seen in the slope of her shoulders which he'd presumed to understand and of which he knew nothing and he felt a loneliness he'd not known since he was a child and he felt wholly alien to the world although he loved it still. He thought that in the beauty of the world were hid a secret. He thought the world's heart beat at some terrible cost and that the world's pain and its beauty moved in a relationship of diverging equity and that in this headlong deficit the blood of multitudes might ultimately be exacted for the vision of a single flower.
— Cormac McCarthy, book All the Pretty Horses
All the Pretty Horses (1992)
Context: He lay listening to the horse crop the grass at his stakerope and he listened to the wind in the emptiness and watched stars trace the arc of the hemisphere and die in the darkness at the edge of the world and as he lay there the agony in his heart was like a stake. He imagined the pain of the world to be like some formless parasitic being seeking out the warmth of human souls wherein to incubate and he thought he knew what made one liable to its visitations. What he had not known was that it was mindless and so had no way to know the limits of those souls and what he feared was that there might be no limits.
— Cormac McCarthy, book No Country for Old Men
Source: No Country for Old Men (2005)
Context: You think when you wake up in the mornin yesterday dont count. But yesterday is all that does count. What else is there? Your life is made out of the days it's made out of. Nothin else. You might think you could run away and change your name and I dont know what all. Start over. And then one mornin you wake up and look at the ceilin and guess who's layin there?
— Cormac McCarthy, book All the Pretty Horses
Source: All the Pretty Horses
The judge
Blood Meridian (1985)
Source: Blood Meridian, or the Evening Redness in the West
— Cormac McCarthy, book All the Pretty Horses
Source: All the Pretty Horses
— Cormac McCarthy, book The Road
Source: The Road
— Cormac McCarthy, book The Road
Source: The Road