I’ve thought about him [father] a lot less than I should of and I know that aint right neither. I had two dreams about him after I died. I dont remember the first one all that well but it was about meetin him in town somewheres and he give me some money and I think I lost it. But the second one it was like we was both back in older times and I was on horseback goin through the mountains of a night. Goin through this pass in the mountains. It was cold and there was snow on the ground and he rode past me and kept on goin. Never said nothin. He just rode on past and he had this blanket wrapped around him and he had his head down and when he rode past I seen he was carryin fire in a horn the way people used to do and I could see the horn from the light inside of it. About the color of the moon. And in the dream I knew that he was goin on ahead and that he was fixin to make a fire somewhere out there in all that dark and all that cold and I knew that whenever I got there he would be there. And then I woke up.
– Cormac McCarthy, No Country for Old Men
McCarthy’s novel is a great read. Enjoyed the movement of characters … action and time, layer upon layer, in- and out-of-sync. The story – I should say stories – always lurching forward to an ending … I thought … neatly folded, pressed, expected. I was fooled. And I’m glad. Instead of being tied together, the ending splinters open. My kind of story.
Now I must see the film.