Finished "The Road" by Cormac McCarthy. An apocalyptic story so painful to read that it's impossible to put down. You just have to find out whether the boy and his father live. Why must they? Until the last few paragraphs, they appear to be the last two people who care about others and live on some rudimentary level of principle. All relationships, kinships and taboos, except theirs, have been blasted from the world. (Even the blind prophet in the story isn't very coherent.)
Reading a medieval epic, "The Walking Drum" by Louis L'Amour--his one non-Western, I think.
Still not finished with "Morality Matters."