McCarthy's other brilliant book, Suttree, is like Faulkner on acid with incredible prose and a grotesque sense of humour (there's an infamous scene with a melon and a desperate man). I've never read a man describe trash and filth quite so beautifully.
Suttree is one of my favorite novels. I loved reading it. So I guess that marks how different it is from BM, since I don’t think one would say that about BM.