45% done with Blood Meridian, or the Evening Redness in the West

I like the location of the Anasazi ruins and the difficult story of the traveler and the old man who dressed up as an Indian. But this is also the problem I have with the book: it’s nearly impenetrable and very dense. The book is like a poetic rorschach test designed to plumb the depths of your violent tendencies and where every ink blot is the many faces of the Devil.

I’m not sure if I like the book.