Cormac McCarthy. Blood Meridian or The Evening Redness in the West. Vintage, 1992 (originally published 1985). 337 pages.
A lot of the book is too slow and almost a chore to get through. And much of it is some of the best stuff I’ve ever read. There’s not a lot in the way of plot; the story just sort of wanders and rambles – it rambles in beautiful prose, but after a few hundred pages of the same sort of beautiful prose, that’s not really good enough – and eventually peters out without a climax. It’s definitely worth reading for the great bits, and for “the judge,” a character so fascinating that I had to frequently stop to tell my wife about what new madness he’s getting up to.