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Redneck dystopia

Finally, someone who despises No Country for Old Men as much as I do, even if he is a Marxist. The book, that is. I haven’t seen the movie, which this review disparages, sideswiping the book at the same time. He even has a followup, since he drew so much flak for the first one. (If I had a regular reading audience of any size, I might have been shelled more myself. But I don’t, so I wasn’t, especially.) Therein, also, he excoriates McCarthy’s Blood Meridian. As it should be. Faux literary pulp, both of them, with violence the only reason for being.

UPDATE: The battle goes on as Scott waits to see if his fav author’s movie wins an Oscar. Which goes to prove (see comments) that Scott is not a true redneck, because a true redneck would not care about the Oscars to being with. Which also proves that rednecks are smarter than a lot of intellectuals think, since not watching the Oscars is the norm now and, indeed, the wave of the future, a rejection of Hollyweird’s BS of which I heartily approve. Meanwhile, the flicker won four, which I do not find a surprise. McCarthy’s meaningless drivel is right up the industry’s nihilistic alley. 

No Country for Vietnam Vets

I was looking for an excuse to avoid the new movie about the latest violent Cormac McCarthy book, No Country for Old Men, set in a mythical West Texas, and Marc Leepson of the VVA Veteran magazine has provided it in the latest issue–which isn’t at the link yet, but will be soon. "No Movie for the Faint of Heart," is his review of this Coen Brothers flicker. Why, I wonder, is Hollywood so invested in extreme violence, as the only alternative to the bad-America message-movie crep they normally churn out? What ever happened to musical comedies and light-hearted romances? Gone with the wind, I guess. I don’t wonder why they typically use Vietnam veterans as mindlessly-violent characters, as the Coens do here one of them in this movie more or less is. It must be part of Scientology’s secret credo. At any rate, it’s too characteristic of their work to be chewed over. Leepson pronounces this one a tsunami of blood and guts, boring in parts, not very thrilling, and ultimately pointless. Yep, that’s McCarthy and Hollywood, peas in a pod.

Fiction

Just for once I’d like to find some happy fiction. That occurred to me after I began "No Country for Old Men," Cormac McCarthy’s violent story about drug running down around Sanderson, just east of the big bend country of West Texas. Knowing the area, I’m captivated by the story, and will set aside the other two books I was reading, "Imperial Grunts," a look at the far-flung action of the GWOT–in addition to Afghanistan and Iraq–by John D. Kaplan, and "Carnage and Culture," military history by Victor Davis Hanson. I’ll go back to them when I finish NCfOM. It’s got echoes of "Blood Meridian," probably the most violent story I ever read. I’m not talking about "Mary Poppins" but a happy tale now and then would be welcome. Got any recommendations?