I need to read All The Pretty Horses again. It’s just one of those books that attaches on to you after finishing. It’s also one of those books that doesn’t get rave reviews when recommended to not lit-minded friends. It’s not the story, it never was the story, it’s McCarthy showing why he’s a great writer, and a unique storyteller.
Here’s just one example:
“In the end we all come to be cured of our sentiments. Those whom life does not cure death will. The world is quite ruthless in selecting between the dream and reality, even where we will not. Between the wish and the thing the world lies waiting. I’ve thought a great deal about my life and my country. I think there is little that can be truly known. My family has been fortunate. Others were less so. As they are often quick to point out.”