One of the things I like to do when I’m reading and I read lots–reading, as in experiencing and thinking–is to think about concrete and abstract space and how ceratin kinds of designed and natural spaces–constructs or natural topology–evoke meaning.
McCarthy’s novel Blood Meridian is spatial in the sense that it’s on the table or in my hand as a book, yet the language also suggests space. I open the book, start to read, and something happens as my eyes move: thought. The writing evokes the landscapes of the southwest and northern Mexico and those landscapes become another character for the many “principles” in the tale. The sense grapple with vastness.
It’s a relationship, it seems to me. Evocations.