no country for old men by cormac mccarthy

And that really started to rub me the wrong way. So I did some research, and realized that if you read about super-violent women, they go back to talk about something that’s happened to them, like, “Her baby died, or she was abused or raped or her husband was abusive.” All of their violence is seen through something a man had done to them. And when I started talking to people about it, they said, “No, of course not, because women aren’t violent in the same way men are.” And I thought that was preposterous. I’ve always really been interested in why certain things are acceptable in fiction and why they aren’t.Īs a thought experiment, I was wondering if you could write something like “Blood Meridian” or “No Country for Old Men” with female characters. And when I was starting to talk about it, I became interested in how we gender violence, and how it’s acceptable to write violent men, but it’s not acceptable to write violent women. I promoted my previous book, “These Women,” during the pandemic. Q: Where did the idea for this novel come from? Pochoda’s novel, set during the pandemic, tells the story of three women: Florida and Dios, who have been recently released early from an Arizona prison where they had been serving time for violent crimes, and Lobos, an LAPD detective who is on their trail, suspecting they have been involved in the grisly murder of a corrections officer and are now in the city. Related: Sign up for our free newsletter about books, authors, reading and more

“It was some sort of escapism because there was something to do besides sitting around the house and going to kindergarten online.”

“I started it in the fall of 2020, the height of lockdown,” Pochoda recalls. The Los Angeles author’s “Sing Her Down,” published May 23 by MCD/Farrar, Straus & Giroux, is a product of the era that saw people around the world binging television or attending endless Zoom meetings. Everyone found ways to stave off boredom during the early days of the pandemic - and many of us now have abandoned sourdough starters, unfinished jigsaw puzzles, and dusty birdwatching binoculars to show for it.

No country for old men by cormac mccarthy