This was the first novel by McCarthy that I
read, and I did so a few months after the movie came out. I read it on one of
my trips to the US to visit my then-girlfriend-now-wife as she was studying in
Pennsylvania (not at UPenn like most people think, but still at a pretty good
college, by the way, and on a massive scholarship – so take that).
I remember not being impressed, and having a
fierce discussion about this with a friend of a friend I was visiting in
Princeton. He essentially told me I was an idiot and that No Country for Old Men was far from being one of McCarthy’s best
works and that I had no right to speak cause I hadn't read any of his other books. He was partially right. He was also a
massive jerk (funny how those specimen often seem to congregate at great
universities).
I guess I just didn’t see much of a point in
the book. The deep reflections of the sheriff are just a bit stale for me. And
Chigurh is just a bit (?!?) much. On the way back from that trip I tried
watching the Coen brothers’ movie. Granted I was on a plane and purists will
say that’s no way to watch a movie, but I lasted until Chigurh stole the car in
the first 15 minutes of the film before deciding it was better to stop it and
to snooze for a while trying to prevent jet-lag (something which I fully knew
you can’t really do anyway).
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