Quantum Woo Woo, but Maybe It's Smart | The Passenger and Stella Maris | Book Review
The Passenger and Stella Maris are jointly the final novels written by the late author, Cormac McCarthy. I acquired first editions when they were first released, on the suggestion of a booktuber, because he thought that this pair would be the last of McCarthy's life. It turned out that he was right. It has taken me so long to read these two books because I cannot claim to be a significant fan of his work. I have read Blood Meridian, No Country for Old Men, and The Road—and I have mixed feelings about all of them. I think No Country is one of my favorite films of all time, but that is primarily because it removes one of my major problems with the author: his prose. In my Blood Meridian review, I broke down his use of polysyndetons and my frustrations with them. They are emblematic of his style. In either my review of the former or my review of No Country, I criticized his lack of quotation marks, as well. I thought that they gave the stories a dreamy atmosphere, which I felt was in...