I’m probably a sucker for more of a back to nature feel rather than post apocalyptic nihilism.
Indeed – the description of the wolf (and that dog fight, where she & Billy make their stand) in The Crossing is particularly outstanding, as is CM’s more general feel for landscapes. He’s able to convey immense grandeur without being remotely sentimental: no matter how often I read it, the ending of The Crossing – the near-geological sadness of it – still demolishes me. By any standard, even by those of his American predecessors (and CM surely warrants comparison with Faulkner, etc), he is an absolutely outstanding writer.
As for the absence of hope… I disagree, although there’s no disguising the general bleakness (murderous characters, indifferent Nature). In many respects, the semi-autobiographical Suttree is hugely uplifting – a man living life at near-rock bottom, without losing either his dignity or humour. The relationship between the father & son in The Road is almost unbearably gripping, but it’s probably my least-favourite of his books. I actually find Blood Meridian to be the most apocalyptic of ’em all – I mean, who could ever adequately portray the Judge on film? 😯