An obituary for Cormac McCarthy in the style of Cormac McCarthy:
He was a New Mexican despite hailing from New England and coming to age in Tennessee. He never drank, and he never owned a computer, and read Proust and James, and it was agreed he was too tough to die.
For most of his life he wore a moustache and was the best unknown writer in America, and for the rest he was known. The workings of his heart and the things that made him a man were not documented, except in the contents of a conversation he once had with Oprah. Then one day the writer ceased writing and the writing became written.
At any time his personal possessions featured a 100-watt bulb and a $50 typewriter, and a wallet that was empty except for some photos.
For four decades The Echo has printed the stories some people loved, some people hated, and some pretended not to read. If you want us to keep telling the truth, the real truth, not the sugar-coated version. We’ll need your support to keep the presses rolling. 
