I really wanted to like this – or, rather, I really wanted it to be good. Which is of course unfair, but hey, that's how it goes.
And I guess it is good – or at least, pretty good. A sparse story about an old man and a young man chasing a stolen horse, the actual plot doesn't really matter that much. This feels like an attempt at setting a mood, and hitting a tone, and sometimes it works. There's a an amazing stretch, a little more than halfway through the book, where everything clicks. It's tense and alive. But then there's the rest of the book. Which is, you know, pretty good.
The characters are all flawed, and some of them feel like real people. But most of them feel like ideas, or secondary characters from that one movie you watched that one time. In some cases, the flimsy nature of a character works; the hints of a past, the idiosyncrasies feel just right. But when it doesn't, you're just left with some guy, or some girl, you don't really care about, with some back story that doesn't really matter, and who doesn't add enough colour to a world that needs just a splash of it.
Others have likened this to Cormac McCarthy novels, but it's more McCarthy as filtered through the movie version of No Country for Old Men. And, if you're looking for that kind of vibe, that movie might be a slightly quicker way of getting it, depending on how fast you can read 330 pages.
I found it interesting as a look at a past America (1990s), in which men long for their past America, but leaving the reader with every indication that the America they long for was just as fucked as their present, and that whatever problems they have might just be new variations on old classics. There are ideas here that work, and there's absolutely nothing wrong with a book about nothing, in terms of “story”. It's just that, in this case, mood and ideas only get you so far, and few of the themes and metaphors explored ever really amount to much.
But like I said, it's pretty good. Which I guess is 2 or 3 stars. Let's go with 3, for those moments that do work.