PULITZER PRIZE WINNER National Book Critic's Circle Award Finalist
A New York Times Notable Book One of the Best Books of the Year The Boston Globe, The Christian Science Monitor, The Denver Post, The Kansas City Star, Los Angeles Times, New York, People, Rocky Mountain News, Time, The Village Voice, The Washington Post
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.
This book was as depressing and plodding as Stephen King's Dark Tower book one (didn't even get through that one). A short story of this topic would have sufficed to get the message across.
Certainly no "feel good" book here (in fact I stopped reading it right before bed as it was giving me nightmares), but absolutely spellbinding. Not easy to read but many of the best books aren't. The moral questions it poses are not pleasant to ponder, but if you're ready for something serious, yet unbelievably hopeful in the end, then don't give up on this. You won't regret giving this powerful book, and amazing author, your time.
Some of the worst writing I have ever come across. Writing. Poor and bad. Short sentences. Not real sentences. Like review. He turned. Faced the man. Man looks. Looks away. Looks again. Heeds.
If you think my writing above is brilliant, you will love this book. McCarthy also has a difficult time with pronouns. It becomes extremely difficult to understand who, or what, Mccarthy is referring to in his stuttered sentences. Some reviewers complain that this book is too depressing. I don't understand how you can fault the book on that end. It is supposed to be depressing. But the writing is awful, imo.
