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Cormac McCarthy

Data de nascimento: 20. Julho 1933
Outros nomes:کورمک مک‌کارتی

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Cormac McCarthy é um escritor norte-americano.

Na juventude serviu na Força Aérea dos Estados Unidos durante quatro anos, e estudou Artes na Universidade do Tennessee. É vencedor do National Book Award, do National Book Critics Circle Award e do Prémio Pulitzer de Ficção 2007.

Em 40 anos de carreira literária, produziu nove romances, entre eles Todos os Belos Cavalos, A Travessia e Cidade das Planícies, que o autor batizou de Trilogia da Fronteira. Onde os Velhos Não Têm Vez, lançado nos Estados Unidos em 2005, foi adaptado para o cinema pelos irmãos Joel e Ethan Coen, em seu filme No Country for Old Men, lançado em 2007 e vencedor do prêmio Oscar de melhor filme, em 2008. Avesso a entrevistas, Cormac McCarthy gosta de manter sua privacidade.

O escritor tem sido comparado nos últimos anos a outros grandes nomes do romance contemporâneo norte-americano, como Don Delillo, Philip Roth ou Thomas Pynchon.

No Brasil, McCarthy já foi publicado pela Editora Objetiva, pelo selo Alfaguara e pela Cia. das Letras, com os títulos Onde os Velhos Não Tem Vez, A Estrada, Meridiano de Sangue, Todos os Belos Cavalos, A Travessia e Cidade das Planícies.

Citações Cormac McCarthy

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„He thought the world's heart beat at some terrible cost and that the world's pain and its beauty moved in a relationship of diverging equity and that in this headlong deficit the blood of multitudes might ultimately be exacted for the vision of a single flower.“

— Cormac McCarthy
Context: He remembered Alejandra and the sadness he'd first seen in the slope of her shoulders which he'd presumed to understand and of which he knew nothing and he felt a loneliness he'd not known since he was a child and he felt wholly alien to the world although he loved it still. He thought that in the beauty of the world were hid a secret. He thought the world's heart beat at some terrible cost and that the world's pain and its beauty moved in a relationship of diverging equity and that in this headlong deficit the blood of multitudes might ultimately be exacted for the vision of a single flower.

„He imagined the pain of the world to be like some formless parasitic being seeking out the warmth of human souls wherein to incubate and he thought he knew what made one liable to its visitations. What he had not known was that it was mindless and so had no way to know the limits of those souls and what he feared was that there might be no limits.“

— Cormac McCarthy
Context: He lay listening to the horse crop the grass at his stakerope and he listened to the wind in the emptiness and watched stars trace the arc of the hemisphere and die in the darkness at the edge of the world and as he lay there the agony in his heart was like a stake. He imagined the pain of the world to be like some formless parasitic being seeking out the warmth of human souls wherein to incubate and he thought he knew what made one liable to its visitations. What he had not known was that it was mindless and so had no way to know the limits of those souls and what he feared was that there might be no limits.

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