The Passenger Av Cormac Mccarthy

<p><b>A sunken jet. A missing body. A salvage diver entangled in a chilling conspiracy. From the bar rooms of New Orleans to an abandoned oil rig off the Florida coast, <i>The Passenger </i>is a breathtakingly dark novel from Cormac McCarthy, the legendary author of <i>No Country for Old Men </i>and <i>The Road</i>.</b><br><br><b>‘A gorgeous ruin in the shape of a hardboiled noir thriller . . . What a glorious sunset song’ – <i>The Guardian</i></b><br><br>1980, Mississippi. It is three in the morning when Bobby Western zips the jacket of his wet suit and plunges into the darkness of the ocean. His dive light illuminates a sunken jet, nine bodies still buckled in their seats, hair floating, eyes devoid of speculation. Missing from the crash site are the pilot's flight bag, the plane's black box – and the tenth passenger . . .<br><br>Now a collateral witness to this disappearance, Bobby is discouraged from speaking of what he has seen. He is a man haunted: by the ghost of his father, inventor of the bomb that melted glass and flesh in Hiroshima, and by his sister, the love and ruin of his soul.<br><br><b>One of the final works by Cormac McCarthy, <i>The Passenger</i> is book one in a duology, the companion to <i>Stella Maris</i>.</b><br><br>Praise for Cormac McCarthy:<br><br>‘McCarthy worked close to some religious impulse, his books were terrifying and absolute’ – Anne Enright, author of <i>The Green Road</i><br><br>'His prose takes on an almost biblical quality, hallucinatory in its effect and evangelical in its power' – Stephen King, author of <i>The Shining</i><br><br>'[I]n presenting the darker human impulses in his rich prose, [McCarthy] showed readers the necessity of facing up to existence' – Annie Proulx, author of<i> Brokeback Mountain</i></p>