Cormac McCarthy. Oprah. Today.

The website is a little vague as to how long it will actually run, after all we have to talk about Michael Moore's new movie Sicko and Bono's spot as guest editor in next month's Vanity Fair. I'm betting that we get a five minute snippet with Mr. McCarthy (at the very end of the show) and then get directed to the website for the entire interview. Meh! JK just finished The Road and I think he liked it more than I did...if that is even possible. Oprah airs at 4 PM EST. And I don't recommend watching it after today.

Apocalypse Now

I know. I know. I've talked about two things in the past two days. Cormac McCarthy and Queens of the Stone Age. But I really can't handle the sticker. I almost didn't believe Win Butler. I didn't want to. First Faulkner. Now McCarthy.

If you see me reading it, stop me and ask to see the cover. There will be a hole cut into my cover. You know what? Fuck that. I'm getting the hardcover. Used. I feel so impure.

Further investigation puts my jaw on the floor. On the floor. Cormac McCarthy, a television appearance. On Oprah. The man rarely does interviews. (One? The NY Times article?) And the last I read of him was in a brief Vanity Fair article that focused on his reclusiveness.

Fuck. After the episode with Dave Chappelle, I thought I was in the clear for eternity. Just when you think you are out they pull you back in. And the only way to get up to the minute info on when C-Mac will grace the airwaves...is to sign up for the Book Club. It's 10:44 AM. And I need a fucking cocktail.