About a third of the way through Blood Meridian. Basically just feels like more of The Road but less gloomy and with more of the old ultraviolence.
Claims that this is the Great American Novel leave me mystified. I realize that this book as an "anti-western" isn't doing quite the same thing as the morally gray Spaghetti Westerns were, but I still can't help but think that they did it better.
Probably won't read any more McCarthy after this.