By Ken Esten Cooke— “An epic, heroic, hallucinatory work of art.”
“A staggering achievement.”
“The best tale since Cormac’s McCarthy’s ‘Blood Meridian’.”
With author blurbs like that, who could resist reading “The Son,” the newest offering from thirty-something author Philipp Mayer. I had read Meyer’s first book, “American Rust,” and it was an impressive debut. Though I am not finished with “The Son,” it is measuring up to the hype.
I was pleased to see some Fredericksburg references in the early pages as well. Most of the book is set on the West Texas plains, but there is a scene before an Indian raid in which one of the main characters describes the area and its people. The author obviously did his research.
Spring 1849, the last full moon. We’d been two years on our Pedernales acreocracy, not far from Fredericksburg, when our neighbor had two horses stolen in broad daylight.