Close to the American-Mexican border, young game hunter Moss comes across the scene of a drug deal gone wrong and finds himself alone in the desert with a suitcase containing a life-changing amount of money, so he takes it; as he works his way back to his car he is shot at; thus begins the hunting of the hunter by multiple forces looking for the money, the drugs or just him. Local sheriff Tom Bell mostly turns up at each incident, once the corpses have cooled off, he sort of guesses what's going...

No Country for Old Men is a masterwork of modern American literature. With razor sharp prose and haunting depth, McCarthy crafts a gripping, philosophical thriller that explores fate, violence, and morality. The novel's pacing is relentless, the characters unforgettable especially the chilling Anton Chigurh and the moral questions it raises linger long after the final page. A brilliant, beautifully bleak tale that showcases McCarthy at the height of his storytelling power. Absolutely unmissable.

‘I just have this feelin we’re looking at somethin we really ain’t never even seen before’Sheriff Ed Tom Bell is having a bad day. A bloody body has been found in the trunk of a car.Arriving at the scene, Bell, an ageing WWII vet, feels an awful sense of foreboding. Stuff like this doesn’t happen in sleepy Terrell county, on the Mexican border.Llewelyn Moss, a thirty something veteran of Vietnam is out hunting in the desert. In a barren landscape of rock and dust he comes across some SUV’s full ...

“How does a man decide in what order to abandon his life?”― Cormac McCarthy, No Country For Old MenMy first contact with this work of fiction was listening to a 'Partially Examined Life' podcast with three young philosophers and Eric Petrie, a university professor who has made a study of Cormac McCarthy's dark novel set in Texas in 1980. This fascinating discussion motivated me not only to read the book but listen to the audiobook read by Tom Stechschulte. I'm glad I did. Stechschute's reading i...

FILOSOFIA DELLA GIUSTIZIA I tre protagonisti del film diretto dai fratelli Coen. Trovo Bardem così insopportabile che non sono riuscito a godere il film, che pure portò a casa ben quattro Oscar, tra cui quello sprecato proprio a Bardem.Si legge con gran facilità, con inconsueta scorrevolezza. Però, non è un pregio. Ho sentito la mancanza di certi incagli, della necessità di rileggere, di fermarmi a immaginare ed evocare che aveva il meridiano e la trilogia. Sono sostanzialmente deluso, da McCart...

So are we gonna talk about No Country For Old Men, he said.Why not, she replied.Then we gotta do it like McCarthy, he said. Short sentences. Southern dialect. No punctuation.I can drop the punctuation, she said. But I can't do Southern.You can try.Well then I caint. That good enough for you?Youre tryin. That's the important thing. Caint do more than try. Thank you. I wish I could speak it. It's a beautiful language. But I aint got his ear. He's got the best ear for dialect this side of Mark Twai...

Columbo would have caught Anton Chigurh.

Columbo: just one more thing…how’d you fix that coin toss?
Anton: it is fate
Columbo: [laughs] well that’s the most I’ve ever won on a coin toss.
Anton: I am very happy for you.
Columbo: looks like there still is some country left for old men. Alright, straight to jail.

Anyways, amazing book.

Cormac McCarthy has created - again - the perfect villain, this time in the form of a former special forces killer named Anton Chigurh. Like Judge Holden and Glanton in Blood Meridian, or the Evening Redness in the West, Chigurh is intelligent, resourceful and utterly devoted to violence and chaos. Yet, like the antagonists in Blood Meridian, McCarthy has imbued in Chigurh a strange integrity, a devotion to a natural order that I think is McCarthy's embodied illustration of evil - a man cut off ...

“The dead man was lying against a rock with a nickelplated government .45 automatic lying cocked in the grass between his legs. He’d been sitting up and had slid over sideways. His eyes were open. He looked like he was studying something small in the grass. There was blood on the ground and blood on the rock behind him. The blood was still a dark red but then it was still shaded from the sun. Moss picked up the pistol and pressed the grip safety with his thumb and lowered the hammer. He squatted...

This is officially the 1000th review I’ve written on Goodreads, and I wanted to make sure that the book would fit the occasion so that’s why I decided to re-read this one. What better novel could I choose than this heartwarming tale of human kindness from one of the most optimistic men on the planet, Cormac McCarthy?** Note - That statement is sarcasm done in the interest of humor. 1000 reviews have taught me that I apparently have to explain that or someone with poor reading comprehension will ...