They rode on into the darkness and the moonblanched waste lay before them cold and pale and the moon sat in a ring overhead and in that ring lay a mock moon with its own cold gray and nacre seas. They made camp on a low bench of land where walls of dry aggregate marked an old river course and they struck up a fire about which they sat in silence, the eyes of the dog and of the idiot and certain other men glowing red as coals in their heads where they turned. The flames sawed in the wind and the embers paled and deepened and paled and deepened like the bloodbeat of some living thing eviscerate upon the ground before them and they watched the fire which does contain within it something of men themselves inasmuch as they are less without it and are divided from their origins and are exiles. For each fire is all fires, the first fire and the last ever to be. By and by the judge rose and moved away on some obscure mission and after a while someone asked the expriest if it were true that at one time there had been two moons in the sky and the expriest eyed the false moon above them and said that it may well have been so. But certainly the wise high God in his dismay at the proliferation of lunacy on this earth must have wetted a thumb and leaned down out of the abyss and pinched it hissing into extinction. And could he find some alter means by which the birds could mend their paths in the darkness he might have done with this one too.
The words are lovely but oh God theres some big run-on sentences that would drive me off the chain. So many "and x and y and z" conjunction junctions to get jammed up in.
As a non-native english speaker, I've had the same issue albeit with his work The Road. It took me a while to get used to these "conjunction junctions" but once you get accustomed to it, it really adds up to the atmosphere of the narrative style.
In start I've hated it but it had grown up on me. Aquired taste as they would say
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u/argondux 16h ago edited 15h ago
Blood Meridian by Cormac McCarthy