Review: “The Road” by Cormac McCarthy

The Road

Thumbs up for The Road by Cormac McCarthy. Literature.

I was strangely attracted to this book in spite of the fact that both my coworker and my boyfriend said the same thing about it: “That’s an AMAZING book. Don’t read it, you won’t like it.” This is because they know I assiduously avoid depressing novels. However, what they didn’t realize is that I have no objection to bleak survival stories – and this book is bleak, bleak, BLEAK – it’s dysfunctional interpersonal dramas I hate. I didn’t actually find The Road depressing at all; what I felt was more awe and admiration for McCarthy’s stunningly gorgeous writing, and intense gratitude that I am not a character in his Godforsaken landscape. I find myself mentally dropping my punctuation in honor of this book.

“The boy sat tottering. The man watched him that he not topple into the flames. He kicked holes in the sand for the boy’s hips and shoulders where he would sleep and he sat holding him while he tousled his hair before the fire to dry it. All of this like some ancient anointing. So be it. Evoke the forms. Where you’ve nothing else construct ceremonies out of the air and breathe upon them.”

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