Posted by: Jeanie F | September 6, 2015

Child of God by Cormac McCarthy

Child of God

Cormac McCarthy is never what you would call a pleasant or enjoyable read. If you decide to read a McCarthy novel you know you are about to take a walk on the dark side of life. Child of God, McCarthy’s third novel, is a dark tale: shocking, disturbing, revolting. It is also lyrical, poetic, humorous (okay, sick humor, but still . . .). When you read McCarthy you are going to encounter some of the most beautiful writing you’ve ever read, telling you one of the most horrific stories you have ever heard.

This is the story of Lester Ballard, described on the book jacket as “a violent, dispossessed man who haunts the hill country of East Tennessee.” We  meet him as he is about to have his family home sold at auction, watching would-be purchasers as

They came like a caravan of carnival folk up through the swales of broomstraw and across the hill in the morning sun, the truck rocking and pitching in the ruts and the musicians on chairs in the truckbed teetering and tuning their instruments, the fat man with guitar grinning and gesturing to others in a car behind and bending to give a note to the fiddler who turned a fiddlepeg and listened with a wrinkled face.

This celebratory atmosphere is brought to a halt when Ballard threatens to shoot the auctioneer. He is prevented from doing so when an auction attendee hits him in the head with an axe. After that, Ballard “never could hold his head right.” Severely injured, he was taken away by The County. Homeless, he goes on to locate an abandoned shack, infested with all forms of insects and rodents. And this is the best residence he has – from here he drops to more primitive environs.  Already an outcast in the community and a man of questionable intelligence – although highly developed wiliness and cunning – he begins a descent into a life of abomination.

The story is told in extremely short chapters, sometimes a single page or two, sometimes from the varying points of view of members of the Appalachian community beside which Ballard resides. There are a number of examples that indicate many are willing to overlook Ballard and his aberrant behavior , if only to exploit him. There are also moments of what might be regional humor. In one such instance, Ballard stops at Fred Kirby’s property, a local moonshiner, to buy some whiskey. All he could offer is the trade of a pocketknife, which Kirby agrees to take. Kirby leaves to get the moonshine but comes back empty handed. He hands Ballard back his knife and tells him he can’t find it. The following conversation ensues:

Cain’t find it?

No.

Well shit fire.

I’ll hunt some more later on. I think I was drunk when I hid it.

Where’d ye hide it at?

I don’t know. I thought I could go straight to it but I must not of put it where I thought it was.

Well goddamn.

This book deals with some of the worst acts man is capable of committing. I will tell you that there is not a single redemptive bone in Lester Ballard’s body; he is a completely atavistic human being.  But somehow McCarthy – as is his genius – forces us to feel a reluctant sympathy toward this horror of a man.

I’m not sure that I could recommend it too widely but, I have to say, I couldn’t put it down.

Grade: A reluctant A


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