I was looking up Cormac McCarthy's new book, The Road, which is next on my list of books to read because it's about "a father and son on the road in a post-apocalyptic road," which is the best sentence-summary of a book I've almost ever read, and also because I've been wanting to read a Cormac McCarthy book ever since high school.

And I found this article about him, which makes me want to read something by him even more:

"Cormac McCarthy’s fans — they gather in the forums of “the official Web site of the Cormac McCarthy society” — are smarter, and definitely more laid-back, than those of just about any other living writer. They have names like Clem, and tend to refer to themselves as “fellers.” Watching them hash out their feelings about McCarthy’s new novel, “The Road” — see No. 4 on the fiction list — is like listening to the members of Waylon Jennings’s old band talking on a back porch somewhere, smoking cigarettes and plunking squirrels with varmint rifles.

One burning issue in the forums right now is McCarthy’s strategic deployment of the number 117. In his new novel, 1:17 a.m. is when clocks stop and the world ends. In his last one, “No Country for Old Men,” there was a grisly motel murder in Room 117. And so on. Is McCarthy referencing the Book of Revelations? Genesis? Who knows? One writer on the forum drawls: “That’s the Bible: you can make it support an argument any which way.”

I want to sit on a back porch smoking cigarettes and plunking squirrels with a varmint rifle too! Ok I don't want to do the squirrel thing bc I love squirrels but all the rest of it, YES!