Don’t get me wrong. I love Cormac McCarthy’s work. One of my favorite books is The Crossing, and Blood Meridian is an American classic. But in 2005 after I rushed out to buy No Country for Old Men, I couldn’t help it. Reading the crotchety sheriff’s monologue at the end, I felt–how shall I put this–somewhat victimized. I felt a parody growing in my brain, so I excised it by putting it down on paper.
What do they say, imitation is the greatest form of flattery? You decide. It’s now available as a free download on my Sample page.