This extraordinary book knocked me sideways. If a book were to ever convince the reader it was birthed by the light of a blackstar it would be this one. The prose of Cormac Mc Carthy, if the wordsw dripping off the page into ones mind can be said to resemble mere prose, displays the inadequacy of description. If every book you ever read spoke in this way directly to the core of our being we would resemble something less than a man. More a rabid dog chasing its own tail in a pit of tarantulas. What a squirming nests of horrors this story resembles, brilliant but awful. And The Judge is truly one of the most terrifying figures given birth to in any medium. The towering unforgiving hairless monstrosity resembles nothing a woman grew in her belly. Striding the savage corners of a world without reason smiling like a child. A mad and bad creation who draws light and life from his every scene. A figure more likely to have stepped in sideways from another reality than grown from human seed, except perhaps the source of inspiration.
