96% done with Blood Meridian, or the Evening Redness in the West

I’m now convinced that all the people who go on and on about how great this book is have never read it – they just say it’s great because they’ve heard it’s great but if they sat down and actually read it they would put it down after 50 pages (at best) and never speak of it again. And not because it’s “bad” but because it’s not a novel, it’s one long fever description on violence in a sun-baked void.