All the Pretty Horses and Cities of the Plain stand out as by far the most lucid and thus tolerable novels within the trilogy. In contrast, The Crossing is nearly insurmountably tedious. It abounds with the very worst aspects of all three novels and, in my view, of Cormac McCarthy's style in general. There is the laughably pretentious, brooding, and self-serious prose that seems to try too hard to be profound. Then there are the noxiously ponderous casts of needless characters who drone on for page after page about the souls of men, wolves, and horses. And all of this is presented within a sort of vague, parochial pseudo-spiritualism that lacks true depth and substance.
Really, it remains a mystery to me how he is considered a serious novelist by anyone other than himself. His works seem to be more about style over substance, with an excess of pompous language and convoluted ideas that often fail to resonate or engage the reader on a deeper level.