Suttree (Vintage International)

This novel is linguistically dense, wrapped in metaphor and symbols, and tells the story of Suttree, a man who's abandoned his family, and bums around on his boat, struggles with poverty, meets a colorful cast of characters dealing with the same challenges, and goes about day to day life as chaos ensues. It's a fun, entertaining read that has all the hallmarks of Cormac McCarthy, while being his most wordy, poetic, and lyrical novel. A meditation on loneliness and the American dream.

Having previously read six of Cormac McCarthy’s other novels, I have come to expect certain characteristics of his prose and subject matter. I have never seen a quotation mark or a comma in one of these novels. I have seen plenty of ‘ands’ and periodic elevated or grandiose language used when describing depraved, violent, or ugly, disgusting, visceral matters involving bodily fluids i.e., blood, vomit, feces, various infections. I know that McCarthy never cuts his readers any slack or gives them any more explanation than absolutely necessary, although in each of the novels there is a narrative plot thread, something linear or chronological on which to hang the linguistic structure. Even this is often missing in his 1979 novel, ‘Suttree’, and that makes writing a review more difficult. ‘Suttree’ is the last of the early period of McCarthy’s novels with a setting in the American South, namely Knoxville, and there are presumably autobiographical parallels with McCarthy’s own experiences living in that region in his earlier years. The premise is simple: Cornelius Suttree, a young man who came from an affluent family, deserted his wife and young son and the material comforts of his previous life to live among the lower classes in the Knoxville area—the small-time criminals, prostitutes, the homeless, the hand-to-mouth denizens of the lower depths of society. The novel occurs during the first half of the 1950’s. Suttree, often referred to as Sut, Bud or Buddy, or Youngblood, lives in a houseboat docked below one of the bridges of the Tennessee River. He goes out in his skiff to catch fish that he will sell to local markets, hopefully for enough to stay stocked in beans and coffee. The explanation for why Suttree would leave his former life to live life on the margins of survival is never made clear. He does express grief upon learning of his young son’s death and after the former in-laws drive him away from the funeral he returns later to start burying his son’s grave with a heartbreaking frenzy. That is the most demonstrative he ever gets throughout the novel. We get the impression that he is educated, more intelligent, more articulate than most of the bottom-dwellers with whom he associates. Suttree spends much of his time drinking and being in the wrong place at the wrong time, a lifestyle risk of living among thieves and homeless people. This explains why he ends up serving several months in a workhouse for being an accessory to a failed robbery attempt—he was driving the getaway car. While in the workhouse he meets the most comic character in the novel, Gene Harrogate, a skinny simpleton who seems predestined to follow his most idiotic impulses to predictably disastrous ends. When asked what brought him to the workhouse, Gene explains that he was having sex with watermelons in a farmer’s patch and got caught after he had already gratified himself with the entire crop. ‘They tried to get me for beast, beast…Bestiality? Yeah, but my lawyer told em a watermelon wasnt no beast. He was a smart son of a bitch. Oh boy, said Suttree.’ Suttree feels some sense of responsibility for Harrogate, as if he has inherited some idiot son as a surrogate for the son he lost. This leads him later to dig under wreckage beneath a bank when Gene tried to rob a bank with dynamite and exploded a water main by mistake, burying him in sewage. Suttree finds him and resuscitates him. Suttree is for various reasons unable to sustain any kind of romantic relationship. He has a clandestine affair with the teenage daughter of a man with whom he has been collecting mussels and harvesting pearls to sell, unsuccessfully. The affair ends, not with any discovery by the father but when the girl is buried in a landslide. Later, he has a relationship with a prostitute who brings him money reportedly from generous payments from satisfied customers but then, as everything seems to be going well, she has a complete mental breakdown. The theme of death and burial flows through the novel, culminating in Suttree’s own accounting of what he did with his life, what meaning he found in his life. ‘Tilting back in his chair he framed questions for the quaking ovoid of lamplight on the ceiling to pose to him: Supposing there be any soul to listen and you died tonight? They’d listen to my death. No final word? Last words are only words. You can tell me, paradigm of your own sinister genesis construed by a flame in a glass bell. I’d say I was not unhappy. You have nothing. It may be the last shall be first. Do you believe that? No. What do you believe? I believe that the last and the first suffer equally. Pari passu. Equally? It is not alone in the dark of death that all souls are one soul. Of what would you repent? Nothing. Nothing? One thing. I spoke with bitterness about my life and I said that I would take my own part against the slander of oblivion and against the monstrous facelessness of it and that I would stand a stone in the very void where all would read my name. Of that vanity I recant all.’ ‘Suttree’ is also perhaps McCarthy’s most profound novel. Like all of McCarthy’s other novels that I’ve read it deals with death as it occurs individually as well as conceptually, but the death in ‘Suttree’ is not so specifically the result of violence committed from the masculine urge to hunt and kill as became his specialty in his next few novels. ‘Suttree’ is McCarthy’s longest novel and it also has the most saturated prose. There are passages of great beauty that evoke Shakespeare. It is difficult to write a coherent review of a novel that can not be easily summarized or assessed. I think that Suttree, like Thoreau, has sought to live life deliberately, to know that he has perceived the sensory substance of living, which always carries death within it, by living among others who scrape by for daily existence and are one step away from oblivion. This novel is dense enough to bear rereading. Perhaps within a couple of years I will re-read it. I’m certain that I’ll discover aspects I missed this time around and when I do, I’ll hopefully be able to write a more enlightened review.

I prefer not to recount the story line but to rather give a few thoughts about the overarching nature of the story that emerges over the course of the novel. C.M.'s Suttree simply gets at the challenges and strains, as well as the pleasures and beauties, of the human condition. The "freakish imaginative flair" of his story noted by the Times Literary Supplement reviewer, quoted on Amazon, is most evident and striking in Suttree's cosmological insights or experiences unleashed by some of his dire moments. These cosmological -- or, to use C.M's word, "galactic" -- flairs impose Suttree's flashes and fevers on the reader in such a way that the reader is felt to virtually share those experiences. This aspect of the novel emerges gradually, but when they appear they are immediate and fully impressed on the reader with C.M's poetic descriptions and metaphors. Suttree contains rather graphic scenes described in some places in jaw-dropping, disturbing detail: e.g. a borderline gang-rape scene, a natural disaster with violent effects on the human body, and a murder by gunshot to the face. The literary effect C.M. achieved might be the same as seeing these things in person: namely, the effect of staring or continuing to look back at the shocking image, or, in the course of the story, reading that detail over several times in attempt to comprehend it as if you were there witnessing the shocking event. These sorts of detailed scenes may not at all be for the faint of heart (I've not yet read Blood Meridian and so wonder what I'm in for there.) Finally, the minimalist nature of C.M.'s writing style is marvelous. If you just have to have quotation marks about the words of the actors, you will get none in this book. And I don't believe you will find any punctuation other than periods, a few commas, and fewer question marks -- nothing else. However, if you are following the story and its characters' conversations and can glean and imagine the emotions, body behaviors, tones of voices, etc. provided by context or the descriptions, the story simply springs to life. No quotation and exclamation marks, in my experience of the novel, leaves it up to the reader to furnish that aspect of the story for him or herself. I think this is a brilliant literary effect. My first C.M. read was The Road some years ago, which impressed me. After Suttree, I'll most certainly be reading more of C.M.

I have read many of Cormac Mc Carthys' books and rate it as on of his finest. His ability to transport your thoughts and senses to another world never cease to amaze me. It made me laugh and it made me sad. The main character Suttree is highly believable and his fragile life makes me feel how lucky I am in my own. A must read for those who love descriptive writing at its best.

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I really enjoyed this portrait of Suttree, it has insight, compassion and considerable poignance - for me, the author’s finest work

Una de las grandes obras de Cormac McCarty. Probablemente a la altura de "Meridiano de sangre" y muy por encima de obras más conocidas del mismo autor como "No es país para viejos" o "La carretera".

This is Literature! Cormac McCarthy was a wonderful writer. This book in my opinion is his masterpiece. Very poetic with narrative that made me pause and reread his words. The characters come alive and they reader enters their world easily. A reminder of Hemingway, Dylan Thomas, Steinbeck and Thomas Hardy. Great writing that will never come again. A must read, a keeper and a Classic. Get one today. Makes a good gift but only for the serious reader.