Child of God

by Cormac McCarthy

Book Overview

From the bestselling author of The Passenger and the Pulitzer Prize-winning novel The Road - In this taut, chilling story, Lester Ballard--a violent, dispossessed man falsely accused of rape--haunts the hill country of East Tennessee when he is released from jail.

While telling his story, Cormac McCarthy depicts the most sordid aspects of life with dignity, humor, and characteristic lyrical...

• Format: Paperback
• Language: English
• ISBN: 0679728740
• ISBN13: 9780679728740
• Release Date: June 1993
• Publisher: Vintage
• Length: 208 Pages
• Weight: 0.48 lbs.
• Dimensions: 0.6" x 5.2" x 8.1"

Customer Reviews

Not Faulkner Lite

Cormac McCarthy is one of the most accessible of modern authors. This in no way diminishes his accomplishments, as he is adept at so many facets of the writer's art. His prose blends perfectly the spare and the lyrical. His pacing is flawless. The reader is swept up into his cadences, secure in the knowledge that he/she will be expertly guided through the thickets and brambles to the clearing ahead, also assured that there would be no needless detours along the way. We are never overburdened with needless detail. Characters are believable and delineated concretely. The reader's senses are awakened to sensory impressions that are visceral. We "remember" what he describes. is a great example of this master storyteller's art. It is a novel without any hint at artifice. It can be read by virtually anyone. What distinguishes it from equally "accessible" works is that it can be read on so many levels. In other words, it is a work that naturally has broad appeal. It will appeal to those who enjoy reading about disturbed murderers and psychopaths. On the other hand it will hold enormous interest to readers who are thoroughly familiar with the Southern Gothic fiction of William Faulkner and Flannery O'Connor. Not to denigrate McCarthy, but on the surface, this work might even be called "Faulkner Lite." McCarthy's acknowledgment to Faulkner in fact occurs in the opening sentence of the novel (which also happens to be the work's longest sentence) This alliterative run-on is clearly McCarthy's way of paying homage to the master. Like Faulkner and O'Connor, this novelist peoples his fiction with grotesque, or at the least, exaggerated characters. The Cornelius Suttree of the novel could just as easily be a member of the Sutpen family in Faulkner. And the main character in this work, Lester Ballad, is every bit as amoral and unconcerned with human life as is "The Misfit" in "A Good Man is Hard to Find." In fact, if one were looking for a literary model for Lester Ballad, one should turn to O'Connor before going to Hannibal Lecter. Ballard is a kind of amalgam of The Misfit and Harper Lee's Boo Radley, the "child of God" sequestered away in . The difference being that whereas Boo Radley was only a scarecrow, Ballard is something far more sinister and malignant. Malignancy, in fact, is what this novel is about essentially. Lester Ballard is a tumor that has been growing and festering within the body of the community. He is a case of "out of sight, out of mind." Because he has been repeatedly shunted off by the insular southern town that McCarthy depicts, he is free in his isolation to let his psychotic mind's tendrils expand and propagate unchecked. McCarthy's underlying message may be that the more we neglect those on the periphery of society, the more we invite evil into our lives. The very title of the book seems to beg the question. It recalls in some respects Christ's warning/appeal that "as you do unto the least of these (God's childre

Loveless.

McCarthy even goes so far as to force the reader to *identify* with Lester Ballard.... Not Ballard the serial killer, or Ballard the necrophiliac, but rather that "misplaced and loveless simian" scavenging the Tennessee backwoods for some handhold of purpose and adulation. A grizzled wood troll haunting the rutted roads of civilized men, he becomes a secret collector of beautiful objects, the corpses of his victims laid alongside stuffed animals won at the county fair (Ballard is an expert marksman). He may even have found a place for himself in the "mountain man" communities of old, tending his kudzu and hunting hare and squirrel in the frigid hill country, in a land bereft of money and property (Ballard's madness is ignited by the foreclosure and auctioning off of his family estate in the opening chapter). As it is, civilization has encroached to dislodge his persona, making him the free captain of this Hell ship, a soul-shaking Southern gothic if there ever was one. McCarthy presents us with such an unforgettable case-study of an irredeemably *loveless* existence. Lester Ballard, like all alienated citizens who murder their own, is *our* monster, the watchman and exterminating angel of our own pat, irrational, self-satisfied civil society. Unlike most purveyors of the mass-murderer yarn, McCarthy's austere, hacksaw language cuts a heinously convincing, but always humanistic portrayal of mental illness stemming from the most extreme alienation, urging us to forget Bret Easton Ellis, to dismiss Hannibal Lecter, the figure of Lester Ballard striking to the heart of things with each finely minutia'd stab of chiseled prose, a star of madness in this, the most legitimate representation of a lone wolf serial-killer you will ever read.

Grotesque masterpiece.

This may be the scariest ride in contemporary American fiction. A tale of the crazed Lester Ballard and his gradual slide into absolute depravity--necrophilia is just the beginning of it--this is dark, dark stuff. It could have been merely a freak show in prose, but fortunately we're in the hands of a master stylist, who makes this a rich, haunting, blackly comic experience. Nor is the violence extraneous to the point, as McCarthy puts forth the notion that even a Lester Ballard--"a child of God much like yourself perhaps"--may somehow occupy a vital place in the human family. A first-rate novel.

why random violence exists in the world

No one finishes Child of God with an indifferent impression. Usually I'm sad to finish a good book, but I was happy when this one was over. Child of God is not a modern day morality tale but a complex book that produces a healthy confusion of pleasure and disquietude. The pleasure is derived from the beautiful language, language especially effective when used to describe a character. It's the subject matter which made my mind uncomfortable. The details are too real, the subject too macabre for a moral human to enjoy. At times Lester Ballard seems closer to the "sympathetic apes" in the story than to a man with a conscience. The first sentence and last twenty pages alone are worth the purchase price of the book; what comes in between will race your pulse and curdle your stomach. Don't read this on a camping trip in the woods, but read it.

Brilliant, fascinating, not for everybody.

"Child of God" is the story of Lester Ballard, outcast, necrophiliac, and psychopath in the Tennessee mountains. I'm sure some people would find this subject matter repellent, but I think the book has just enough of a lyrical quality to keep it from being too distasteful. In the hands of a less talented writer, it could have degenerated into a silly Stephen King-type horror story. In about two hundred pages, Cormac McCarthy creates a powerful and vivid portrait of a twisted individual, one I don't think I'll ever forget. This book is a perfect companion piece to his earlier novel "Outer Dark." (Both of these books would make great movies.)