I mean JFC look at this passage:

- They heard somewhere in that tenantless night a bell that tolled and ceased where no bell was and they rode out on the round dias of the earth which alone was dark and no light to it and which carried their figures and bore them up into the swarming stars so that they rode not under but among them and they rode at once jaunty and circumspect, like thieves newly loosed in that dark electric, like young thieves in a glowing orchard, loosely jacketed against the cold and ten thousand worlds for the choosing.

Or this one:

- The mother dead these fourteen years did incubate in her own bosom the creature who would carry her off. The father never speaks her name, the child does not know it. He has a sister in this world that he will not see again. He watches, pale and unwashed. He can neither read nor write and in him broods already a taste for mindless violence. All history present in that visage, the child the father of the man.

I've read some Updike who can also write some pretty sentences, but compared to McCarthy it just seems pretentious and empty.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4000015&forum_id=2#36229564)

That can get annoying if you just want to read a book in the traditional way, but the bloody language is too gorgeous.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4000015&forum_id=2#36229588)

A more earnest one from GR: She is the British warm that protects his stooping shoulders, and the wintering sparrow he holds inside his hands. She is his deepest innocence in spaces of bough and hay before wishes were given a separate name to warn that they might not come true, and his lithe Parisian daughter of joy, beneath the eternal mirror, forswearing perfumes, capeskin to the armpits, all that is too easy, for his impoverishment and more worthy love. You go from dream to dream inside me. You have passage to my last shabby corner, and there, among the debris, you've found life. I'm no longer sure which of all the words, images, dreams or ghosts are 'yours' and which are 'mine.' It's past sorting out. We're both being someone new now, someone incredible….

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4000015&forum_id=2#36229750)

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4000015&forum_id=2#36229818)

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4000015&forum_id=2#36229778)

second passage: good.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4000015&forum_id=2#36229796)

the older I get, the more I appreciate brevity.

I also dislike lengthy descriptions of setting. I much prefer snappy dialogue & psychological observations.

but we each have our own tastes.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4000015&forum_id=2#36235446)

that has to be an actual parody of McCarthy's writing. down to the weird compound words that don't actually exist, like "dusklight."

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4000015&forum_id=2#36230124)

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4000015&forum_id=2#36230352)

Blood Meridian was a great book though.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4000015&forum_id=2#36234876)