Ben Rutter

19 July 2005

In No Country For Old Men, the storm of metaphysics has blown over, and the high style is relaxed. The book was written in a six-month jag, and the prose arrives in bursts, like a pile of telegrams. Its scenes are brisk and well-constructed. But the efficient action and mounting body count offer little pause for reflection, and most scenes fade quickly from memory. Moreā€¦