A Freischärlertrupp who, raping, murdering draws, consuming through the American West of the 19th century, namely forms the living heart of this novel, but his real protagonist is that nature, by pulling the incendiaries. This nature is mythical-large and powerful, a single dark and opaque block, are hardly recognizable before individuals - hardly any of the volunteers emerges notably, its outlines blurred continually against the background of an overwhelming land mass. This nature resists any modern rationalization and hence the notion of people to step out of it and so at last to make the Homo Sapiens to the actual stars of the world theater. Never created order, in every next moment is threatening the creatures the cancellation, the cancellation by a nature that the total - especially evil and destructive - is equivalent to that of domestic idyll, to which the modern world (Rousseau, Henry David Thoreau) has want to do. Obviously accesses McCarthy back to ancient ideas about a Heraclitus of Ephesus, who had for individuality no conception and in its place only the unspaltbare, thereby forever locomotive, covered in cruel blows against their own creations tacking nature itself as the subject of all that happens. In modern times this thinking has been taken up and continued by Nietzsche or Heidegger, who wanted to come as a civilization scheints spilled elemental force of "being" on the track. But it rarely managed to summon this power as it can McCarthy with his deep black ballad from the American West of the 19th century. This book overwhelmed his readers. (This is an Amazon.com at the university-student review.)