I know he’s well regarded on this site but I’ll espouse my own experience with Cormac McCarthy books. Blood Meridian is nearly impossible to get through without some kind of version of a “urban dictionary for the old west” at hand, but the lurid language draws you in constantly. The beauty of language, I think, lies in the absolute specificity of a word. One that could only exist at a certain point in time, and his books are filled to the brim with language like that. Is it dense? Yeah absolutely, but it makes your arm hairs tingle, some of the writing he employs.