You'll recall how I, even now only dimly aware of the awesome and terrible power I wield via this blog, joked about how the recent death of Martin Amis wasn't my fault, since I'd never posted a review of any of his books here. Well, just to redress the balance, here's one that definitely is my fault: Cormac McCarthy, who died today aged 89. I did speculate here back in 2013 that given his relatively un-prolific rate of output it was unclear whether we'd get any more novels before the inevitable happened - well, evidently mindful of this, and perhaps conscious that he was pushing his luck time-wise since my review of Blood Meridian appeared here all the way back in July 2009, he had a clearing of the decks in 2022 and knocked out two novels, The Passenger and Stella Maris.
But the Curse Of Electric Halibut will not be denied, and when it finally took effect McCarthy had clocked up a survival span of just under fourteen years, wresting the previous record from the cold dead hands of Alison Lurie. McCarthy's demise adjusts the average age and curse length values to just over 82 and just under six years respectively.
The Road and No Country For Old Men are the other two novels that appear here, and all three are excellent in their own way. The Road would be The One, though.
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