

I should have liked this because it was compared to Cormac McCarthy. Tom Rourke is nothing like Billy Parham or John Cole. It doesn't have that lovely poetic description of the wilderness, the earnest respect for animals, the yearning for the girls they love.
The book is described as being funny. Where?
It may have been the narrator. He sounded like a killer from a horror film, but I am just not in a hurry to get the print version to see.