Cormac McCarthy’s CHILD OF GOD was short, but the word sweet could never be used in connection. The book is like a small spring- powerful, snapping, and almost recursive. McCarthy’s protagonist Ballard is a monster in the way that only he can write. While reading, I believed Ballard could actually exist, he feels so real, and he’s bone-chilling. I could almost see him stalking, covered in mud, hunting squirrels, the limp bodies mangy and hanging from his belt.
Ballard is absolutely scary insane frightening in a way that is difficult to define without spoiling the book. CHILD OF GOD is what grown-ups should read on Halloween.
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