They pulled the morels from the ground, small alien-looking things that he piled in the hood of the boy's parka. They hiked back out to the road and down to where they'd left the cart and they made camp by the river pool at the falls and washed the earth and ash from the morels and put them to soak in a pan of water. By the time he had the fire going it was dark and he sliced a handful of the mushrooms on a log for their dinner and scooped them into the frying pan along with the fat pork from a can of beans and set them…
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McCarthy on History and the Might Have Been
In history there are no control groups. There is no one to tell us what might have been. We weep over the might have been, but there is no might have been. There never was. It is supposed to be true that those who do not know history are condemned to repeat it. I don’t believe knowing can save us.
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On Gen Z Reality, McCarthy Adaptations, and AI Obsessiveness
Recent articles of note from the world wide web.
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McCarthy on Boredom and Social Ills
Real trouble doesn't begin in a society until boredom has become its most general feature. Boredom will drive even quietminded people down paths they never imagined.
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McCarthy on the Loss of Godspoke Men
On this road there are no godspoke men. They are gone and I am left and they have taken with them the world.
