All the Pretty Horses

All the Pretty Horses, by Cormac McCarthy. I finally decided to read a Cormac McCarthy book after reading the glowing tributes in his obituary. I had always avoided him because of the violence and dystopia in his novels. And there is violence, but mostly in one section, which I must admit I skimmed! But his writing is magnificent right from the first sentence: “The candleflame and the image of the candleflame caught in the pierglass twisted and righted when he entered the hall and again when he shut the door.” He writes for pages and pages about two young men riding horses through Texas and into Mexico, days and days of travel through the barren desert, without ever getting boring. A pleasure to read.