Not his best book. This one McCarthy gets up his own ass a bit. All traits & tendencies that make his best writing masterpieces here he indulges in without restraint. After part 1 I lost interest but kept reading. The main character isn’t terribly known or likable other than he’s a tough and resourceful young man. I didn’t give a shit about the brother. At least three sections where some random person he encounters tells a 20+ page story that’s filled with riddles and cryptic bullshit.

Cormac is a master. And extremely worth reading. But like Bob Dylan’s Christian era this book is for completionist only. Here’s hoping “Cities on the Plain” is more reigned in.