Episodic yet hypnotic, Cormac McCarthy’s Blood Meridan defies classification or explanation, which makes its status as a masterpiece difficult to explain but easy to understand. Cormac’s trademark staccoto prose makes it difficult to pull together a grander narrative or story, but that seems beside the point as Cormac focuses on humanity’s violent underbelly. It’s both hard to read but also impossible to put down. At one moment, you have graphic descriptions of some of the horrible actions put to print. Yet, in the next moment, you have moments of incomprehensible beauty (such as the burning tree in the middle of the desert). It’s so hard to explain but I can’t recommend it highly enough. Blood Meridan is a classic and deserves to be read, just make sure that you have an empty stomach.