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This is McCarthy as lyricist at his best. Whew! It’s easy to lose the plot to the poetic beauty and brutality of his prose. I stop to reread sentences just to keep tasting them. Our own Dylan Thomas. But where Thomas used lyricism to explore the "force that through the green fuse drives the flower," McCarthy’s apocalyptic elegy is viscerally seductive. An alluring death siren, if ever a man were one. Holy shit!