To everyone who has always told me I MUST read something by Cormac McCarthy: I finally did. Maybe I chose the wrong one, or maybe you just don't know poop when it's rubbed in your face. This book was one of the most miserable, annoying, pretentious, boring pieces of rat turd that I've ever slogged through. The first ten pages were interesting. Then came 360 pages of it attempting to Shock me. And to try to make me realize what a Hard Old World we live in and just how Awful and Terrible humans can be--or at least, Were, back in Douchey McCarthy's imagined Old West. Next time mail your dead-baby-war-porn off to some other pretentious boring douche like yourself, Cormy (Franzen, perhaps)--please don't publish it where I might accidentally read it. This book sucks.
