16% done with Blood Meridian, or the Evening Redness in the West

He uses simile for almost everything description – things are “like” other things, but not exactly. They’ve ridden out beyond the ending of the world to the very beginning of the world, lawless, chaotic, death everywhere. Even the sun is a lumbering beast that squats and pulses malevolently. Death, death, death.

Yet it’s somehow beautiful: Orion described as a giant electric kite, the lightening, the energy.