Finished *Suttree.* I have more words to look-up and will decide whether to provide just that list or incorporate the new words into a cumulative list of all words looked-up by next linky post which won't happen until Wednesday at the earliest, Friday most likely. Strange, fascinating, deep and deepening ambivalence about the book, repellently compelling and compellingly repellent like all McCarthy, but Suttree himself reminds me of me, someone who turned down life opportunities for success as defined by the American capitalistic model path of success in my youth (though even at my most destructive I was never hit in the head with a floor buffer in a drunken brawl in a Tennessee roadhouse). Finished it yesterday morning just before 27 holes at Seneca where I threw my single worse round in years, the same course lay out I threw an 89 last week I threw a 114 yesterday, not blaming the novel, blaming me (for thinking I'd throw an 88) thinking about the novel instead of concentrating on throwing with elbow tucked and disc nose down, I was in the creek on three, four, five, thirteen and fourteen, thinking how Suttree wouldn't tag ever day of his life but two My Complicity. Way more going on than one read can reveal, will read again next summer, whether more McCarthy between then and now tbd, several lozenges of not-McCarthy before another, I want this one in my head
Meanwhile, while the Amazon bot in Singapore continues to ping this shitty blog fifty times an hour, each ping a different IP address, it has been joined by a sibling Amazon bot in Turkiye (sic) pinging this shitty blog twenty times an hour, each ping a different IP address, and the Apple bot in Shanghai still pinging me thirty times an hour, each ping a different IP address, all of these unrelated to my posting now a recently discovered and just released out-take from Steely Dan's *Gaucho,* I love Steely Dan, perhaps this will cause the bots (and you!) to quit this shitty blog in disgust!
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