And then here comes Cormac McCarthy (RIP) to shit all over your idea of some benevolent god, to give you a real sense of how chaotically brutal the reality of life actually is, to question autonomy and the very notion of free-will, and to maybe, as a side-effect of literature, to make you think twice about everything you’ve assumed about the world.
Gonna miss that guy.
I don’t know why the Nobel asswipes didn’t give him the recognition he deserved.
My guess is that his work was too “American” for their tastes.