Since McCarthy died just a few days ago, and I'm completing my PhD on biblical anthropology in McCarthy, I thought it best to write on this volume. Most of the chapters are well-argued. The exception is the chapter by Andrew Husband. From his Marxist worldview, any and every piece of literature is necessarily about class envy, oppressors, and the oppressed. In other words, the death of literature. There are, however, other chapters in the book, most of which have their own angles but are helpful in exploring the profound depths found in McCarthy's canon.
Not for the faint of heart or those prone to stressful sleep. The characters and the story stay embedded in the psyche long after the last sentence is read. Typical of the author’s style, the use of simple and everyday details in the story design make the novel relatable to the reader. This makes the events more haunting as evil is not always kept to a dark abandoned house in the woods.