5 Stars
No Country For Old Men has an unprecedented FOUR POINT THREE TWO rating amongst my Goodreads friends so what’s even left to say at this point? Allow me a moment to let the book speak for itself . . . .
“Do you love it? I guess you could say I do. But I’d be the first one to tell you I’m as ignorant as a box of rocks so you sure don’t want to go by nothing I’d say.”
The story here is of Llewellyn Moss, a single-wide dwelling welder living near the Mexico-US border with his child bride who is out hunting one day attempting to put some meat on the table and runs across a bunch of (dead) bad hombres, a pickup bed full of bricks of heroin and a satchel containing two million dollars in used bills. Rather than leaving what was most definitely not well enough alone, Llewellyn takes the money before thinking things through, marking him as target numero uno for the baddest mahfah you ever don’t want to meet, Anton Chigurh. Entwined amongst this storyline is that of Sheriff Bell, an old timer who has watched his corner of world deteriorate over the years due to the narcotics trade.
I don’t know how to “sell” a Cormac McCarthy so I’m not even going to bother. He is definitely not “normal” . . . .
McCarthy is incomparable to any other author and is very much a love him or hate him type of storyteller. There is no world building – you are plunked right into the middle of a scene while it is taking place. He also has a deadly allergy when it comes to using quotation marks, so if you can’t follow along without the proper punctuation guiding you, you will find yourself struggling. His stories are not for everyone as they are super light and fluffy. Ha! Just checking to see if you’re actually reading this crap. That was total B.S. – dude is about as bleak as they come. I’m telling you, even Mitchell was pooping hisnonexistent drawers when faced with the bad guy in this one . . . .
He probably had a flashback to when he was a young warthog that I just couldn’t relate to . . . . .
(view spoiler)
If you aren’t brave enough to tackle McCarthy’s writing, opt for the film version instead. It won all the Oscars which filled Tommy Lee Jones with glee . . . . .
Surprisingly, I had not ever seen this movie (but in the weirdest of coinky-dinks it happened to be on the night I finished reading so it’s at least now made it to the DVR). It’s probably a good thing too because although Josh Brolin is a quality actor, I picture him in the lead of “scientific motorcycle maintenance journals” (wink wink) and would have been easily distracted from all the stabby going down . . . .
Book number something or other in the Library’s “Read to Reel” Winter Reading Challenge
No Country For Old Men has an unprecedented FOUR POINT THREE TWO rating amongst my Goodreads friends so what’s even left to say at this point? Allow me a moment to let the book speak for itself . . . .
“Do you love it? I guess you could say I do. But I’d be the first one to tell you I’m as ignorant as a box of rocks so you sure don’t want to go by nothing I’d say.”
The story here is of Llewellyn Moss, a single-wide dwelling welder living near the Mexico-US border with his child bride who is out hunting one day attempting to put some meat on the table and runs across a bunch of (dead) bad hombres, a pickup bed full of bricks of heroin and a satchel containing two million dollars in used bills. Rather than leaving what was most definitely not well enough alone, Llewellyn takes the money before thinking things through, marking him as target numero uno for the baddest mahfah you ever don’t want to meet, Anton Chigurh. Entwined amongst this storyline is that of Sheriff Bell, an old timer who has watched his corner of world deteriorate over the years due to the narcotics trade.
I don’t know how to “sell” a Cormac McCarthy so I’m not even going to bother. He is definitely not “normal” . . . .
McCarthy is incomparable to any other author and is very much a love him or hate him type of storyteller. There is no world building – you are plunked right into the middle of a scene while it is taking place. He also has a deadly allergy when it comes to using quotation marks, so if you can’t follow along without the proper punctuation guiding you, you will find yourself struggling. His stories are not for everyone as they are super light and fluffy. Ha! Just checking to see if you’re actually reading this crap. That was total B.S. – dude is about as bleak as they come. I’m telling you, even Mitchell was pooping his
He probably had a flashback to when he was a young warthog that I just couldn’t relate to . . . . .
(view spoiler)
If you aren’t brave enough to tackle McCarthy’s writing, opt for the film version instead. It won all the Oscars which filled Tommy Lee Jones with glee . . . . .
Surprisingly, I had not ever seen this movie (but in the weirdest of coinky-dinks it happened to be on the night I finished reading so it’s at least now made it to the DVR). It’s probably a good thing too because although Josh Brolin is a quality actor, I picture him in the lead of “scientific motorcycle maintenance journals” (wink wink) and would have been easily distracted from all the stabby going down . . . .
Book number something or other in the Library’s “Read to Reel” Winter Reading Challenge
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