Uh-oh. I am down to the last thirty pages, drawing it out as long as I can, unwilling to let go. McCarthy is disposing of his characters, one by one. You knew this is where they’d go, where their lives were headed.
And I fear for Cornelius Suttree.
Uh-oh. I am down to the last thirty pages, drawing it out as long as I can, unwilling to let go. McCarthy is disposing of his characters, one by one. You knew this is where they’d go, where their lives were headed.
And I fear for Cornelius Suttree.