The Road by Cormac McCarthy
Finished: September 2nd, 2017. Rating: 8/10
“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 their road, the clothes they are wearing, a cart of scavenged food—and each other.”
The Road is the first Cormac McCarthy book I’ve ever read, and the first book to wring tears from my eyes.
The plot “a father and his son walk alone through burned America. . . . Their destination is the coast . . .” is straightforward, but the journey, both the physical and emotional, is not. They shamble their way across the country and struggle with moral dilemmas. It is fascinating to see how they trek the physical world as well as the moral landscape.
Overall, it is a privilege to read McCarthy’s prose, for McCarthy paints as well with words as Picasso does with oil.