The Orchard Keeper

They are gone now. Fled, banished in death or exile, lost, undone. Over the land sun and wind still move to burn and sway the trees, the grasses. No avatar, no scion, no vestige of that people remains. On the lips of the strange race that now dwells there their names are myth, legend, dust.

Good McCarthy, but certainly not as strong as other McCarthy novels, and I found myself getting a little bored in places.

Not exactly my favorite Cormac, but still a treat to read. About half of the book is sort of non-plot... stuff. I would call it a heavy vibes book. What plot exists is heavily weighted at the start and end.

There were a few things that happened that I thought didn't go anywhere. One of these, on a double check, I realized I had just lost the thread. Some of the others really don't go anywhere and are more about establishing the feel of the characters.

I continue to really love the dialogue that Cormac writes. At no point, EVER, do I bump against a character speaking. It never feels out of true.