Cormac McCarthy again in The Road [New York: Random House, 2006]. I like his stuff, though I think this one and All the Pretty Horses are the best of the 5 or so I've read.
Here is the first sentence:
When he woke in the woods in the dark and the cold of the night he'd reach out to touch the child sleeping beside him.Here we go again. Those haunting, quasi-poetic lines, drawn into his complex, mysterious post-Apocalyptic world. Why was he always sleeping in the woods in the cold. Who is the boy and why are they together? We don't know at this point, but we're in.
I loved this novel. It's a terrible world he's writing about. Cold. Hostile. Threatening. Starvation everywhere. Death and destruction all over the place. Just the man and his son, the man dying we find out. Trying to survive and get somewhere. I couldn't put it down, but others react differently.
Still, I'd like just a hint of why the world is like it is. Was it a global ecological catastrophe? Nuclear attack? Why are there virtually no people around. A few, but most seemed to have picked up and left for somewhere else.
I could make a poem out of this:
He'd reach out to touch the child.
Nights dark beyond darkness.
Days more gray each one, like the
Onset of some cold glaucoma dimming away the world.
His words not mine.
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