Brenden Schiepan
McCarthy’s prose just works for me, and his ability to paint a bleak, unforgiving environment is absolutely unmatched. This book is incredibly dark and disturbing, but the cold, detached way it's written forces you to actively think about the meaning of the text rather than just passively reacting to the depravity. You can palpably feel the evolution of Lester Ballard's descent as the short chapters move forward; his complete detachment from humanity feels structurally earned. The clinical, abrupt ending worked perfectly for me as well. It doesn't hold your hand or moralize, allowing you to draw your own conclusions about the cold, scientific dissection of a psychopath. A fantastic execution of raw literary grit.
McCarthy’s prose just works for me, and his ability to paint a bleak, unforgiving environment is absolutely unmatched. This book is incredibly dark and disturbing, but the cold, detached way it's written forces you to actively think about the meaning of the text rather than just passively reacting to the depravity. You can palpably feel the evolution of Lester Ballard's descent as the short chapters move forward; his complete detachment from humanity feels structurally earned. The clinical, abrupt ending worked perfectly for me as well. It doesn't hold your hand or moralize, allowing you to draw your own conclusions about the cold, scientific dissection of a psychopath. A fantastic execution of raw literary grit.