The Road by Cormac McCarthy

Cormac McCarthy is a cool name –which never hurts (think Quentin Tarantino).

Thought I was late reviewing THE ROAD, but I just read a 2007 review in the California Literary Review that had 91 responses, beginning June 2007 and ending May 24, 2010, although the thread is still open. I confess I didn’t read The Road. I listened to it on CDs while working in my garden. Listening to a book eliminates the “hijacked by aspects of style” complaint weighed in heavily on the “nay” side.

I probably run a grave risk here, saying it’s not a woman’s book. The story tells about a post apocalyptic world covered in ash, peopled primarily by cannibals who only use women, then eat their young. The main characters, a father and his son, are traveling the road toward the sea with just enough luck to keep from starving or being eaten themselves. The mother committed suicide after the boy was born, to avoid this fate. It is bleak, bleak, BLEAK, until the last few minutes on the last disc. Even that is bleak, but with a glimmer of hope. Just father and son trying to survive–a man’s book.

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One response to “The Road by Cormac McCarthy

  1. I read the book — more than once. Loved it. Loved it more than the movie. It’s just so beautifully written.

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