A father and his son walk alone through burned America, heading through the ravaged landscape to the coast. This is the profoundly moving story of their journey. The Road boldly imagines a future in which no hope remains, but in which two people, ‘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.
Bleak. That’s the only word I wrote when I tried to make notes for myself. Many people have lauded McCarthy’s novel as a literary masterpiece. I’m not sure how I can begin to describe it.
I am not one for literary books, as in the super heavy verbose books that garner high praise from readers and intellectuals alike. They aren’t my style, so in picking up The Road, I genuinely don’t know what I was expecting.
The Road takes place in an assumed post-apocalyptic America, where the land is razed and little has survived. It follows a father and son on their journey to reach the coast. It is a harrowing read, yet compulsive because I couldn’t put it down.
It explores many different facets of human life; the desire to survive, to keep going, the love between the father and son who have nothing left in the world but each other, loss, emptiness. There is so much going on in this book, it’s very difficult to come up for air.
While I didn’t love The Road, it kept me turning the pages and I wanted to know what was going to happen. It is hard going, it is tough to read sometimes, it is so very bleak but I would still recommend it!
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