Cormac McCarthy looked incongruous on The Oprah Winfrey Show. If he’d been denouncing the show, fine. If he’d been denouncing the show with blood on his hands and a burning church in the background, and a high plangent wail of a grieving mother shredding his words, and a look in his eyes as if Hell was close… no problem. But to see him chatting – for Cormac McCarthy to chat with Oprah – was disturbing. The very fact that his apocalyptic sermon, The Road, had been chosen for Oprah’s Book Club was strange enough. But I suppose (to use a Biblical parallel) even Moses had to talk to someone when he came down from the mountain.