The Road

I finished The Road by Cormac McCarthy. It makes book 3 of 12 for this year’s Guidelines for Better Living. Jake read it a year or so ago which was pretty cool because we shared what we both took away from the text. We agreed it’s desperately hopeful and McCarthy’s view of humanity is grim at best. This book has been given numerous awards including a Pulitzer. Here’s the Publisher’s synopsis from:

The searing, postapocalyptic novel destined to become Cormac McCarthy’s masterpiece. A father and his son walk alone through burned America. Nothing moves in the ravaged landscape save the ash on the wind. It is cold enough to crack stones, and when the snow falls it is gray. The sky is dark. Their destination is the coast, although they don’t know what, if anything, awaits them there. They have nothing; just a pistol to defend themselves against the lawless bands that stalk the road, the clothes they are wearing, a cart of scavenged food-—and each other. The Road is the profoundly moving story of a journey. It boldly imagines a future in which no hope remains, but in which the father and his son, “each the other’s world entire,” are sustained by love. Awesome in the totality of its vision, it is an unflinching meditation on the worst and the best that we are capable of: ultimate destructiveness, desperate tenacity, and the tenderness that keeps two people alive in the face of total devastation.

We watched the movie-after Jake read the book, before I did. Luckily I have the memory of a goldfish and didn’t remember much past Viggo Mortensen in a puffy jacket (which I didn’t imagine him wearing while reading anyway).


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