A review by couuboy
The Sunset Limited: A Novel in Dramatic Form by Cormac McCarthy

4.0

Waiting for Godot, My Dinner with Andre, The Sunset Limited: on the one hand this genre - if I could be so reductive - results in terrible pieces of art in terms of authorial sublimation and aesthetic intrigue. It’s easy to dismiss them as pretentious and uneventful.

And yet on the other hand when things works they deftly reveal both the magic and reward of art, how part of the joy comes from the audience being... caressed... to put effort in. When it isn’t just the passive following of a narrative but one is compelled to create and piece together a larger picture than the scene itself in one’s head while it happens alongside the page or screen.

Of the aforementioned three, I must confess that the sunset limited is probably the least effective, though the other two are veritable titans, so I suppose this isn’t much of a slight.