I just finished reading Cormac McCarthy’s 2007 Pulitzer Prize-winning novel, “The Road.”
It’s the first book I’ve read since “The Kiterunner” where I felt like I had to read the book in one sitting, because I HAD to know what happened next. Very few things hold my attention for more than an hour, but this book had me hooked from the first few pages.
The story is of a father and a son traveling through postapocalyptic America. It is assumed that America (and possibly the world) has been ravaged by nuclear war. The sky is constantly grey with ash. It is coming close to winter, and the man and boy must try and survive.
The style of prose is very unique. There are no chapter breakdowns. The story flows in little snippets of action and conversation. Moments of comfort are few, while constant hunger, loneliness and cold permeate the story.
This is a book I want to read again, and I rarely do that. I feel as if I read it almost too quickly, so I could know what happens to our nameless, yet very real and personal, characters. But now I want to read it to grasp its depth of language (McCarthy’s vocabulary at times requires the consulation of a dictionary) and feeling.
Read the book. And then read it again. It is a story about the human spirit and its ability to survive the most horrendous of circumstances, and about the love between parents and their children. Enjoy.