I’m finding things in Suttree I think I missed the first time around. It makes me think that even though I’m skimming through the first half over again, when I get beyond the point I’ve read before I may still want to go through that last half again.
This conversation, between a ragman asking an unusual favor of Suttree and him agreeing to it.
Whatever’s right, said Suttree.
I ain’t no infidel. Dont pay no mind to what they say.
No.
I always figured they was a God.
Yes.
I just never did like him.
Something else happening in my readings lately. It’s never been my habit to read several books at the same time. Rather, I like to focus on one and get into it, live it; and, if it’s good enough, to not only the exclusion of other written stories, but sadly, to the avoidance as much as possible of mundane chores and job-related time spenders. It’s often been difficult, after reading a couple-three mysteries in a row, to adjust to a novel that isn’t.
Reading Parker as well as McCarthy, and a few other things as well, I have found that McCarthy has become home to me. Other forays have been shopping trips, adventures, study.
But I somehow have learned to diversify or multi-task my reading. McCarthy is where, after I read and absorb something else, I snuggle back into and hang out. McCarthy, is home.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology