Years after I first read this book, I would find scenes from it returning to my mind again and again. There is a certain hallucinogenic quality to each scene, as the brothers Billy and Boyd travel in Mexico and encounter incredible brutality and kindness, with people they meet often ranting like half-sane philosophers about the nature of life, death, and the journey the brothers are undertaking. As with most of McCarthy's books, he writes incredibly beautiful prose about a world that is mostly brutal and dark. To quote one character, McCarthy's world is "sentient to its core and secret and black beyond men's imagining". Be forewarned that you'll either need a knowledge of Spanish or a Spanish dictionary to fully enjoy this book, as the book makes liberal use of Spanish without translation. But it is all the better for it, in my opinion. This book is somehow the darkest, saddest, and most beautiful I've read - all at the same time - so I encourage any and everyone I can to read it.
In the 1930s, Billy and his family come to Hidalgo County, New Mexico, where he becomes obsessed with a wild wolf that lives a precarious existence threatened by the region's ranchers