Tag Archives: Suttree

The morning has me still thinking about him, and as I go my morning rounds along the web, I find another mention of him, on The Great Lettuce Head–he who started me on the McCarthy’s path.  And a comment on … Continue reading → Continue reading →

One point was made at the Wesleyan conference that I hadn’t considered:  That the necessary change as a result of the event or series of events is not necessarily one that takes place within the protagonist, but in fact, may … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Thirteen pages to go and McCarthy is whipping us up into a Godalmighty climax that should leave us exhausted. Drugs, good or bad, would be hardpressed to produce worse nightmares than those in Suttree’s head.  Methinks McCarthy had a helluva … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Uh-oh.  I am down to the last thirty pages, drawing it out as long as I can, unwilling to let go.  McCarthy is disposing of his characters, one by one.  You knew this is where they’d go, where their lives … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I’m sorry, but Suttree is just one of those books you just have to share… Leonard’s just out of the workhouse where he spent some time when they found out about his father.  Yep, the old man surfaced, dragging his … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Your protagonist must make the reader feel sympathetic they say.  There is no doubt that I feel something for Bud Suttree.  I stood by him all the way, watched him get drunk and saw him safely home.  Went along with … Continue reading → Continue reading →

At long last I read the words that have been pointed out to me many months ago:  "Am I a monster?  Are there monsters in me?" There is a bond I feel with Suttree, not of lifestyle or way of … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Though Suttree went along for the ride a couple days last week, I finally got the chance to spend more time with him last night.  I find that now I smile in amusement at Harrogate’s doings, as one does with … Continue reading →

The ragpicker, tired of living, with Suttree.  It won’t be long, he said.  An old man’s days are numbered. And what happens then? When? After you’re dead. Dont nothin happen.  You’re dead. You told me once you believed in God. … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Oh Lord, this is great. Ole pimply Leonard wants Suttree to help him unload his old man who has been dead for six months and left in the back room so’s they can still collect his welfare and medical checks. … Continue reading → Continue reading →

(Am studying my fool head off, but needed a break from carbs.) McCarthy has just introduced the new character of Michael into Suttree’s life.  Michael is an Indian whom Suttree spots out on the river one day, fishing in a … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I need to get more into the underlying meanings of Suttree, but right now I’m still taken by the writing and the essentials of place, character, arc, etc.  Let me give you an example of McCarthy’s dialogue, between Harrogate (watermelon … Continue reading → Continue reading →