Just when I think Rich Lowry can’t become more of a clown, he dons an even bigger pair of floppy red shoes. In his very short post “My Problem With Cormac McCarthy” he writes:
I just came back this week from a vacation and had a chance to do some casual reading, which included Cormac McCarthy’s Blood Meridian. I had never read any McCarthy before, and he has a certain power. But I can’t say I enjoyed slogging through the two-thirds of the book that involves detailed descriptions of guys wandering through the desert. I know this is mood music and know it provides some relief from all the blood-letting, but it makes the book feel like a padded-out novella.