>>7286828It reads as though someone took a faggot from r/writing, sat him down, and told him he had an hour to write a 3,000 word short story that manages to be deep and profound.
>sparkling Sunday morning in October>the squirrels had apparently retired for a mid-morning siesta >drenching the dripping woods with an unseasonable warmth >He felt a little irked That, and the rhythmless and repetitive sentences make this read more like a fanfiction piece than a McCarthy work.
McCarthy's later work is God-tier. This is garbage.
