Barbara Ellen and me watched the conclusion of Lonesome Dove the other night, weeping at the appropriate parts because we’re both suckers for cinematic manipulation.
I thought the ending was weak but after all that came before it was acceptable. I still like the book better.
Scott at the Fat Guy and I agree that Lonesome Dove is a great novel. One of the best, surely. But we part company on Blood Meridian. I enjoyed it, in a manner of speaking, but I don’t see how any novel about scalphunters could be considered great. Except that it’s probably alone in the category. I can’t think of another one. I would recommend The Brief History of The Dead. Meanwhile I’m enjoying Kavalier & Clay and looking forward to Rubicon, a much-praised non-fiction narrative of the fall of the Roman Republic.