This is, at times, a very tedious read. While being part great western epic and part rambling literary work bogged down with redundant descriptive phrases and pointless characters, the novel does leave the reader with some indelible marks that manage to interject themselves into the long, arduous paragraphs of nothing.
Some novels suffer from not having enough going on while others suffer from having too much. Oddly enough, Lonesome Dove manages to suffer from both. It has its moments when it is very exciting, but then there are times you find yourself thinking about other things waiting for the blathering to stop.
There are moments of heroism meshed with ridiculous feats; reality combined with absolute absurdity; and, there is the curtain of a sweeping beauty blowing lazily across a canvas of subplots that amount to pretty much nothing in the end.
Though I kind of liked it, I don’t buy into the hype. The novel is decent and nothing more.
3.5 out of 5.