I've been a fan of McCarthy's work for a long time, and I found this book extremely difficult to "like." Of course the writing is superb. No one writes description, especially of place, better than McCarthy. The work is astonishing in that regard. However, for me it finally became akin to a hell-scape fever dream. The darkness in this book is impenetrable. I've read that it's semi-biographical and though I don't know what that means exactly, it's disappointing. Suttree is an aimless character who never rises above his misery, and what made it worse for me is that it was never clear what possessed him, why he ran off from his family or why his life read like a long death. Kudos to the narrator for gutting it out. He's a beautiful reader but after this one he might have needed some time off to recuperate.