I'm not even close to half-way through, so I don't know if I'm qualified to advise. The only advice I can give is the same I would give anyone who wants to read Cortazar or Joyce or anything similar. You have to be willing to suspend disbelief. Like actively be willing to allow the author to take certain liberties with language and reality. In certain cases, this is easier; like when you are reading something closer to your version of reality. When it comes to this novel, I've had to actively do this. Let's see if there's a reward at the end of it. Suggestions on Blood Meridian would be much appreciated too.
Very well put, I keep finding myself coming back "stream-of-consciousness"-y lit and post modern ramblings all the time, so I am used to it by now. I do as always find myself actively trying to string along a narrative that makes sense in my own headspace, which can be somewhat debilitating for me at times. I have a feeling Hopscotch may similar to The Savage Detectives, which I enjoyed greatly, but I'll find out soon enough. Blood Meridian to me is literally just penultimate McCarthy, everything you've seen before, in a way, done better than you have ever seen. It's so amazingly well executed. There are parts that seem like a chore or mundane, but just soak them in, because they are absolutely vital.