Over the past few months I've taken on the task of reading all of Cormac McCarthy's novels.....which has proved to be really rewarding, although pretty emotionally taxing. Constant exposure to things in the vain of The Road and Child of God are the literary equivalent of seasonal affective disorder. So....so bleak. A perfect example of this came up recently when I finished Blood Meridian which promptly threw me into a funk for almost 2 weeks.....seriously, the end of that book really fucked me up. So I'm taking a break and reading something to cleanse my pallet (William Gibson). I intend to start back up with The Border Trilogy soon. (All the Pretty Horses, The Crossing and Cities of the Plain)
So yeah. Fuck yeah, Cormac McCarthy. That guy writes some good books.