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McCarthy does ultimately offer a grain of hope, but only of the most tenative kind imaginable.I would be remiss if I did not state that this is easily one of the most profoundly depressing works I have read. At the same time, however, heroism is in short supply and the great prize is simple survival in a barren world. "We're the good guys." And so they struggle on together in the hopeless hope of finding a means to live.As THE ROAD progesses it acquires a certain mythic quality: the concept of a heroic journey into the unknown to win a great prize; the idea of a light in darkness; the imagery of carrying the fire to the sea.
It has also been extremely popular with the reading public--something of a surprise, for it would be difficult to imagine a novel that is more relentlessly bleak than this one.THE ROAD presents us with a nameless father and son, the latter about ten years old, who have survived an unspecified environmental disaster and who are now traveling south in an effort to escape the ever-intensifying cold that seems to grip the landscape. At the same time, however, the darkness of serves to set off the one golden glow: the father's love for his son. Published in 2006, Cormac McCarthy's THE ROAD has been among the most widely praised novels of the era, receiving numerous awards including the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction.
"We carry the fire," the father tells his son. Recommended--but you might want to keep a couple of Zoloft handy.GFT, Amazon Reviewer The journey is horrendous: they push a grocery cart through a seemingly endless sea of gray ash beneath a gray sky, cold, wet, hungry, and very fearful of other people--and with good reason, for in the absence of other food many survivors have turned to cannabalism.
Cities are empty with the occasional corpse; rivers and streams are dead; the forrests and fields are dead; they have no certainty of what they will find when and if they reach the sea.McCarthy writes in a style that is sparse to the point of painfulness, and the narrative is repetitive in the same sense of a reoccurring nightmare.
McCarthy creates a world that really is not too far out of reach, the apocalyptic world that we've heard about and been warned of for some time now but have managed to avoid, at least for the time being. And this is not a book for those who can't face what true horror can be. The two make their way towards the shore miles away, simply on the faith that its the right decision. At the very, very least not with this book he is.
This is a story about facing absolute oblivion in its truest form and continuing to move forward under its weighted stare. I purposely read it only a little at a time, just so I could hold on to these characters a little longer.This book managed to move me as few other books have. The book isn't an action packed bonanza but really a meditation on survival and perseverance in all forms. It does have some really tense moments and moments where just when its gotten as horrifying as it can be, the rug is pulled out from under you and something even more horrible is there for you to stumble across. You know who they are. Those people that get upset when stories are told that aren't a sugar coated version of the world, stories that seem like they were written by authors who truly believe that ignoring cold, hard reality is the best medicine. McCarthy's writing is poetry. I can't explain how this book grabs you almost immediately and how soon you begin to empathize with these two unnamed characters as they encounter horrors that would probably break most people had they been placed in this same situation.
They make their way across a bleak and horrific world wiped out after a nuclear holocaust, a blasted world where people do anything they can to survive, even if it means consuming one another. The relationship between the father and son is a thing of beauty. I will say that any book that makes me tear up when someone finds a packet of grape flavored drink mix gets my vote.I cannot recommend this enough. I mentioned before that this book was a quick read. The book is written in some of the most sparse prose I've ever seen read with my own eyes. In this world where men feed on each other and life as we know it has come to a sad death, it seems to be the only thing in existence that has any value to hold on to.
Cormac McCarthy is not one of those authors. And you'll be right there along with them for every treacherous step of the way. Yet somehow the book manages to paint a detailed landscape for this poor father and son to trek across in fewer words than I'd have thought possible. By true horror, I don't mean the boogie man in your closet or having to work for some really nasty boss with a penchant for administering torture in the form of some really nasty humiliation tactics. You can finish this one in about a day, its such a quick read.
"Papa I'm cold". I just finished reading this book. I refused to put it down until I finished because I thought there must be a pay-off at the end. Luckily, I bought the paperback and only wasted $14 instead of $27.
"I know". "Okay". "Papa, I'm scared". "Okay".
Ash, shopping carts, wrapping up in blankets, rain storm, look for food, hide on the side of the road, go through an abandoned house. "Okay". I feel as though I have wasted 4 hours of my life. "I know".
The dialouge between the boy and the man was annoying. I suffered through page after page of the same story. Turn and page and repeat.
I already know how cruel humans can be, and how badly we treat the planet. This book wasted my time. I kept waiting for the moral to rise out of the ashes, but none did. Reading is, for me, instructive, uplifting, entertaining, or enlightening. To be dark without any of the other attributes feels like a waste of time.
I feel the father would have done anything for the son and in a way did. The love between father and son was very strong. I needed to know what was going to happen to the characters.
Something I probably never would have read. I found it very slow at the beginning. This month's book club leader chose it.
As I got into it I could not put it down. He may have just given up if he did not have his son to protect. That is what makes being in a book club and others choosing each month fun.
It was an "interesting" book.
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