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With his characteristic poetic ruthlessness, in “The Passenger” the world-famous writer Cormac McCarthy explores the limits of reason, the weight of loss and the thin line between salvation and self-destruction. At once a thriller and a philosophical confession, this impressive novel is a final farewell from one of the most compelling voices in American literature.

“The Passenger” is the first part of a two-volume masterpiece, which the Pulitzer Prize winner Cormac McCarthy (1933 – 2023) wrote at the end of his life. The plot of both “The Passenger” and the following book “Stella Maris” follows the fate of Bobby and Alicia Western – children of one of the creators of the atomic bomb.

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THE FIRST NOVEL BY CORMAC McCARTHY SINCE “THE ROAD”

NYT BEST BOOK OF THE YEAR (2022)

A dark, deeply humane story about a man haunted by his past and the shadows of his guilt

It is three in the morning and Bobby Western puts on his diving suit to dive into the debris of a plane that crashed into the ocean. Most of the bodies are there, but he finds a missing passenger, whose traces no one is willing to follow. The real abyss, however, is not underwater, but in Bobby himself…

As he sinks deeper and deeper into the secrets of the disaster, the young man is forced to face another, even more painful story – the tragedy of his brilliant sister Alicia. Reality and hallucination, love and destruction, guilt and longing interweave in a double spiral of mystery and desperation.

“A brilliant book, an extraordinary achievement … Cormac McCarthy has written it in a way only he knows how.” Los Angeles Times

“McCarthy improvises like a jazz virtuoso on the American nightmare, on the folkloric myths of Faulkner and the rhythmic musicality of Joyce. A novel to compare only with the works of his greatest contemporaries, Toni Morrison and Philip Roth.” Oprah Daily

“The Passenger” is filled with so many amusing, strange and intriguing sentences that in the next one hundred and fifty years other writers will quote it in epigraphs, as if it were the Ecclesiastes.” The New York Times