Set in the 1949, the novel revolves around 16-year old Texan John Grady Cole.
McCarthy is among the most unreadable authors I've ever encountered. If all McCarthy's books are like this, tell me so I can stay away from them. We're talking about the kind of author that dumps the grammar book into the trash because, of course, as a Profound Genius(tm) he's beyond that. No quotation marks. Almost no apostrophes. No commas as far as eyes can see. The word "and" connecting clauses with the monotony of a metronome. Talking heads dialogue. Frequent made-up compound words like "blanketlined," "ardenthearted" and "spragglelegged." Unapt metaphors. And if I didn't know Spanish somewhat, I no doubt would have found myself irritated by all the untranslated conversations in that language.
I couldn't see character or plot with all the Style in my way. I forced myself to read the first section of about 100 pages only because I swore I'd do that with the list of literary fiction recommendations I've been working through to give the books a fair chance. Mine eyes they glazeth over. I've seen the film based on one of his other books btw, No Country For Old Men, and it counts as of the darkest and most depressing films I've ever seen. I think this just isn't a writer for me.
