Tuesday, October 18, 2016

Book Review: "The Crossing" by Cormac McCarthy


The Crossing (1994)

5 Stars out of 5

Cormac McCarthy

426 pages

(Spoiler Alert: this review contains some spoilers.)

The wolf is a being of great order and that he knows what men do not: that there is no order in the world save that which death has put there.

“The Crossing”

Cormac McCarthy began his “Borderlands” trilogy in 1992 with “All the Pretty Horses”. Part two of the trilogy is “The Crossing”. I gave part one 5 stars out of 5, I like “The Crossing” so much, I’d like to give part two 6 stars out of 5. In “All the Pretty Horses” we met sixteen year old John Grady Cole, a young man cut loose from the home he grew up in 1947 Texas who is then free to make some choices with his life. In “The Crossing” we move over one state to New Mexico and back in time by about seven years to meet Billy Parham, also sixteen. Both of these young men will make journeys on a road that seems to be of their choosing that will take them across the border into Mexico. And as much as both books use fate as one of their impressive list of themes, there does seem to be a significant difference between John Grady Cole’s choice and that of Billy Parham: John Grady makes his own choice to make the crossing into Mexico and his future, Bill Parham seems much more drawn down that road; his journey is much more an act of fate than one of choice.

“The Crossing” is told in three parts, the second and third parts each repeating part one to some degree; but with each iteration there is a ratcheting upwards of the sense of indifferent malice from the land and some of its people that Billy must re-face each time. In Billy’s first trip and the book’s first section, McCarthy has written a story that could easily stand alone as novella. Billy is introduced to the reader along with Billy’s younger brother Boyd and their two parents. The Parham family ranches for a living in southern New Mexico; close enough to Mexico that the distant Sierra de la Madre Mountains can be seen. The Parham cattle are being preyed upon by a wolf and the Parhams must trap her (for it is indeed a “her”; a pregnant “her”) and put her down to save their cattle. It is the closing years of the Great Depression and there is little room for sympathy for the needs of the wolf or her unborn pups. As in previous McCarthy books the fact that this is the end of the Depression is a multi-faceted component to the unfolding scenes. It not only tells the reader of the financial hardships abroad in the land, but it also hearkens to a familiar McCarthy theme: the end of an era; one in this case that parallels the soon to be ending cowboy era. In any event, the Parham’s must find a way to trap the she-wolf and they quite frankly lack the means or the knowledge to do so.

The Parham’s learn of a trapper that lived alone in the mountains. Billy and his father find the lost trapper’s cabin. He’s gone along with the era of trapping, but not his medieval collection of tools. Billy will use these various traps and McCarthy will utilize his storehouse of knowledge as regards the various traps and techniques necessary to trap the wolf. It will take Billy’s ingenuity as well as the traps to capture the wolf, but once he has done so, he determines to take her back to her presumed home in Mexico. This quixotic trip is the first indication of the forces that propel Billy. He tells no one of his impending trip except a chance stranger that he meets along the way. Why would Billy feel so strongly about the wolf that he would leave his family without a word to take her on what must needs be a hopeless journey? Billy seems as much in thrall to some force, some fate drawing him southward as the wolf is to Billy. Billy has been drawn not just southward but also into one of the “doomed enterprises [that] divide lives forever into the then and the now”. He will have three such enterprises within this book.

Once Billy reaches Mexico during each of his three trips he is confronted with a vibrant mélange of people and events: circuses and gypsies, fiestas and revolutionaries, pilgrims, bandits and horsemen, rich and poor, male and female, old and young. It is this last comparison that McCarthy dwells upon repeatedly throughout the “Borderlands” trilogy: he will always use a young man just starting his journey through life filled with innocence and hope and have that young man interact with a series of old people (generally but not always, men) filled with the tears and disappointments of their years. Billy will meet on this first journey an old Mormon missionary, an aged Mexican trapper, and on a later journey a blind man with this summary of life:

“The light of the world was in men’s eyes only, for the world itself moved in eternal darkness and darkness was its true nature and true condition and that in this darkness it turned with perfect cohesion in all its parts but that was naught there to see.”

Is this intended by McCarthy to be his own bitter assessment of reality as seen through his inner old man’s eyes? Is he trying to talk to his inner younger man with his sober view of the universe? And if so, would he have his younger self be the ox in this other view of life by an Amerindian carter met by Billy:

"The ox was an animal close to God as all the world knew and that perhaps the silence and the rumination of the ox was something like the shadow of a greater silence, a deeper thought" and that in any case "the ox knew enough to work so as to keep from being killed and eaten and that was a useful thing to know."

Perhaps, McCarthy would like his inner younger man to simply accept life as it is; don’t try to explain the universe, don’t put yourself out there and expose yourself to the murderous possibilities of an indifferent world; don’t confuse your dreams of hope with the universe’s dark realities. McCarthy has further tests for Billy that will explore this concept. In Billy’s second journey into Mexico, he will take his younger brother, Boyd. A young man that Billy will assert is the better of the two brothers: smarter, harder, and wiser than Billy. Boyd will in time make his choices and they will feel like choices not some irresistible draw of fate. Billy’s choice (if indeed it was a choice) to take the wolf back to Mexico led ultimately to death, and Boyd’s choice to “flee” into Mexico will also so lead. The other consequence of Boyd’s decision will again force Billy to make a third trip into Mexico. All three trips will seem to be utterly hopeless, as if Billy were a modern Don Quixote; but drawn as Billy is to his dream or his fate, he will go into Mexico, into “that antique gaze from whence there could be no way back forever.” Billy will make it back and will indeed make into part three of the trilogy, but few of his various companions will do so.

Like the other two parts of McCarthy’s stunningly brilliant trilogy, the reader is feted with a “cowboy” story; there are bad men, good men of honor, lots of horses and horse knowledge. But only in a McCarthy novel is the reader treated to such a thoughtful exploration of the differences between dreams and reality, between the hopes of innocent youth and the bitter realities of the aged, and of the use of the “road” as a metaphor for growth from youth into adulthood. These three books are a kind of unique “bildungsroman” where the youth in question is not the one growing to maturity; he is instead a metaphor for man so growing. The road McCarthy wants the reader to take is presumably the one he has taken, a kind of Buddhist’s willingness to let go of our perception (our dream) of reality and to accept that the Universe has its secrets and we are little more than an ox in terms of ever understanding, let alone changing that deeper, darker reality. Yes, the world man lives in can be mean, cruel and corrupt, but it can also be the simple altruism of a shared meal with a hungry stranger. So, just let go and accept it.

This book, this trilogy is not going to be for every reader, but I think for me, it was in some ways life altering in terms of how one might look at reality. I can’t really recommend it as a cowboy yarn; it might seem to be one, but it isn’t really. This is an artful book that uses beautiful language to explore some of the root existential thoughts that plague man. McCarthy draws his conclusions in each book and reaches a cathedral of thought in the epilog of “Cities of the Plains”, the third part of the trilogy. Whether you as the reader will come to the same conclusions as McCarthy is obviously an open question; what is not, in my opinion is that this trilogy is a monumental work that combines McCarthy’s earthbound view of gritty reality with an ethereal though dark and indifferent view of the philosophy of existence.

Needless to say, I recommend it strongly.

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