william desmond

I was not enamored with the structure of this story--at the onset. I felt that the arc was a straight line narrative with no beginning and landed at cessation too abrupt . However, this is one of those stories that compels serious retrospect. McCarthy chose not to establish a back story, instead he thrusts the reader into an immediate apoplectic state of mind. The reader feels: the cold, the filth, the hunger, the bleakness--dystopic, yet bona fide . When the path of this story, nine tenths into it, seemed to just plot along the death of the father seemed inevitable and predictable. And it was at this point where this reader began to judge the worth of this book and the messaging so cleverly crafted between its covers.