Why Blood Meridian's Glanton Gang Failed

Why did Blood Meridian's Glanton Gang members all end up dead (besides the Judge?) In today's video, we will examine the domestication of the Glanton Gang, alternative interpretations of Blood Meridian's epilogue, ending, and title, McCarthy's love of wild spaces, and so many other cool things! If you guys liked this video, there is a 45-minute version of it on the Cormac McCarthy course which includes 25+ hours of Cormac McCarthy content, 7+ hours of David Foster Wallace content, and a writing course that will soon launch! The link is below. Peace!
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Good analysis. However, the Glanton gang ‘s downfall was when they stopped warring, and stayed in one place too long, which helped them get betrayed by Tobin the expreist. Tobin helped the Indians with the attack by not warning the gang, in hopes they would kill the judge kill so he could win his soul back. The judge says to Tobin in chapter 17 after Tobin refuses to participate in the discussion on war, “What could I ask of you that you’ve not already given?” Meaning he ahead already sold his soul. Then when Tobin meets up with the kid and Toadvine, he asks if Glanton and the Judge are dead. But later, when talking to David, McCarthy says that Tobin had seen Glanton dead, which means he didn’t need to ask earlier, which means he was pretending to not know, meaning he was part of the betrayal. Not sure to what extent he helped the Indians, directly or indirectly. Later, the judge even gas lights the kid and antagonizes the expriest by saying “the priest does not lie,” but the priest is indeed dishonest. He’s been looking for a way to get away from the judge for a long time. That’s why he wasn’t in the cantina, or around when they partied after getting paid, and frequently is aloof.

[@WriteConscious]

Thanks for this! Great gem

[@sirspookyface1532]

Love this analysis. I don’t know if the live-action adaptation is still happening, but I hope they incorporate this detail into the film (or tv show, I’m not sure what they’re going for)

[@WoodwoseTransmissions]

Can't wait to see Monday's video. Love your stuff. Keep up the good work. Cheers from Ireland

[@graebouquet]

you have opened my eyes. thank you

[@user-xd1xf9rp5p]

I am really glad I found your channel btw. I love McCarthy and Wallace

[@WriteConscious]

ayeee!

[@Sindrella.]

Dude even has 1Q84 by Murakami on his shelf. It’s like you know the exact books I read!

[@CINEMARTYR]

The Reddit community is gonna have to un-ban you with these upcoming unreleased interviews

[@matt-30-]

They'll be the first to devour every video while seething with jealousy and downplaying at every turn.

[@fleabynight]

Correct "Sarah Borginnis" . Thanks dude I enjoyed. I think the darkness in their souls overcame them and death is the inevitable end of darkness. The Judge was dancing, but dancing in the dark.

[@griffinmerryweather5487]

This is completely unrelated but any thoughts on nabakov ?

[@archieevans9864]

Balls hehehe I’m am literally the Judge

[@sweetviolents29]

This is one of my favorite passages. First there’s this great imagining of nature as the ruins out of some fairy story. Followed by the clearest glimpse into Glanton’s most fundamental misunderstanding about the world he inhabits as a marionette mudman. And the absolute gut punch CM follows up with. “They rode that night through forests of saguaro up into the hills to the west. The sky was all overcast and those fluted columns passing in the dark were like the ruins of vast temples ordered and grave and silent save for the soft cries of elf owls among them. The terrain was thick with cholla and clumps of it clung to the horses with spikes that would drive through a boot-sole to the bones within and a wind came up through the hills and all night it sang with a wild viper sound through that countless reach of spines. They rode on and the land grew more spare and they reached the first of a series of jornadas where there would be no water at all and there they camped. That night Glanton stared long into the embers of the fire. All about him his men were sleeping but much was changed. So many gone, defected or dead. The Delawares all slain. He watched the fire and if he saw portents there it was much the same to him. He would live to look upon the western sea and he was equal to whatever might follow for he was complete at every hour. Whether his history should run concomitant with men and nations, whether it should cease. He’d long forsworn all weighing of consequence and allowing as he did that men’s destinies are given yet he usurped to contain within him all that he would ever be in the world and all that the world would be to him and be his charter written in the urstone itself he claimed agency and said so and he’d drive the remorseless sun on to its final endarkenment as if he’d ordered it all ages since, before there were paths anywhere, before there were men or suns to go upon them. Across from him sat the vast abhorrence of the judge.“ I just finished my first reread and I still had to sit with Glanton’s death for a whole before reading on. How incredibly poetic that he dies in that bed which is not his bed, which he’s dragged it into a room too small for the frame. Is this room Glanton cobbles up for himself also an inversion the idiot’s cage being burnt by the women?