“She was at her triturations. Spooning to death in a salver a speckled slug, marked like an ocelot, viscous and sticky. A whitish paste. Crooning a low threnody to her pawky trade.” (Cormac McCarthy)
A few months ago Reader B. was inspired by the quote above to say, “I’d nominate this for a contest to determine The Ultimate Cormac McCarthy Sentence.”
Today is Cormac McCarthy’s birthday, so let’s celebrate with a free contest. There are two ways to win:
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Ultimate McCarthy Sentence(s): submit the ultimate—most representative, emblematic, just-so-Cormac-McCarthy—sentence(s) from any of McCarthy’s works.
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The Imitation Game: submit your own best Cormac McCarthy-like sentence(s), be they imitation and homage, or parody.
The winner of the Ultimate McCarthy Sentence(s) will receive a handsome copy of the Everyman’s Library Edition of McCarthy’s Borderlands Trilogy.
The winner of The Imitation Game will receive a one-of-a-kind, possibly a little creepy, handmade Cormac McCarthy doll.
Deadline: August 16. Details, pictures of the prizes, and entry forms at: http://ktxc.to/cormac-contest
And if you don't mind spreading the word, please feel free to share the contest link!
