Title: A dusty, bloody mess
Product review: What a long, tiresome, hackneyed description of Mexico, complete with dusty streets, maroon sunsets, sultry and serious women, plates of burritos and beans, and bandits popping out from behind the sagebrush. On top of this belittling and stereotyped background is a character who learns nothing from experience and continues to follow a path of stupidity. McCarthy writes much of the important dialogue in Spanish and rarely 'translates' with any counterpoint English dialogue or explanations. If you don't know Spanish, be prepared for many frustrating pages, or else keep your Spanish dictionary handy. Maybe a master like Hemingway or Castañeda can pull this off in brief spurts, but McCarthy fails. I gave it two stars because it actually does have some wisdom, in the form of philosophical dialogues.
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