No Country For Old Men

Well, what can I say? This book is amazing - simply amazing. Stylistically, idealistically, supercalifragilistically. So well captured is the setting, both time and place, that it seems not only is McCarthy from early 80's San Saba, but also the typewriter. The paper. The ink. At first I thought some of the type had fallen from the page; looking to the pile expecting to see commas and quotation marks in a nasty heap. But then the styling becomes a character in itself - a real driving force; loping the story home. You can taste the dust in your mouth; feel the wind. And you can sense the danger like a static charge on the skin; air thick with cordite.

I am reluctant to give away anymore as my limping attempts at a review will not do anyone justice. So immersing is this novel that I would need to be shaken from my focus, always slightly disappointed that the horses, Spinifex, cars had gone. I'll admit, not being a big fiction reader, it did take Tommy Lee Jones to get me onto McCarthy but now I am hooked and eagerly awaiting the next film adaptation! Kidding. I really can't say enough good things about this book. Read it.