While I knew McMurtry hasn't created another novel on the scale of Loneseome Dove, I was hoping to find something at least as entertaining. This book is very disappointing in that regard, both from a story perspective as well as the narrator. The beginning is slow and it's almost as if McMurtry got tired of writing at the end. I don't recommend this book at all.
Don't expect the power of Lonesome Dove. McMurtry is like Stephen King and others-- sometimes he is stunning, sometimes he seems to put it in autopilot. Here, he recreates the West entertainingly, and that is what this novel is-- enertaining. If you want depth, look elsewhere. In fact, I was hoping the worst for many of the central protagonists, especially the self-righteous, stereotypically Midwestern "Ma". Annoying also was the too-heavy country drawl of the narrator. A confusing aspect is the inclusion of Wild Bill Hickock, who just suddenly disappears like a side thought, much the way television brings in a character to a successful show briefly in order to do a spin-off. Still it is what it is, and it is always a joy to visit his version of the Wild West.
I am surprised that McMurtry would write this silly story. The reader makes it even more corny.