Spinning discusses te myth of the west, which takes a lot of forms. One of the ideas that gets me in Blood Meridian is a seeming contradiction between space and border. The novel explores what is far and what is close, but in a way the landscape doesn’t suggest a peaceful openness, an openness that evokes freedom. There is an awe striking effect to the description. A sense of menace. Distance as alienness.
If much in the world were mystery the limits of that world were not, for it was without measure or bound and there were contained in it creatures more horrible yet and men of other colors and beings which no man has looked upon and yet not alien none of it more than were their own hearts alien in them, whatever wilderness contained there and whatever beasts.