When I finished it, I realized I
had no words to describe it … none that were adequate, anyway. But I shall
never forget it.
Instead of words, I felt full of emotions.
Words just did not work. I cannot explain The
Road. You must do that for yourself. And you may discover that if you have never
loved truly, you shall.
***
Will to live. Incredible tenacity.
Resourcefulness beyond belief. Whatever the cost. And love.
The world, as we knew it, is no
more. It is an ashen waste of some un-Godly holocaust.
A man and his young son are left.
And they must move forward, to the south. And warmth. They hope.
At times. I had to make myself pick
it up to continue. But I could not resist.
The pull of its narrative, and
McCarthy’s post-dystopian style – maybe the makeup of modern literature’s new best ever, we may one
day say – captivated me and would not let go.
I’ve never felt that way about a
book before.
You will see. You will see.
