On a very distantly related topic, have you read Out Stealing Horses by Per Petterson? It too is on the road although a different one than either Cormac's or Jack's.
It's different from my usual fare, but someone gave it to me a decade ago and I found it moving in a Scandinavian sort of way. The same friend gave me Jose Saramago's Blindness, which was equally memorable if more disturbing. And of course Pushkin. . .
There are so many books, so much music, and yet life is so short.