Jacket Copy: The searing, postapocalyptic novel destined to become Cormac McCarthy's masterpiece. 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 the road, the clothes they are wearing, a cart of scavenged food-—and each other.The Road is the profoundly moving story of a journey. It boldly imagines a future in which no hope remains, but in which the father and his son, "each the other's world entire," are sustained by love. Awesome in the totality of its vision, it is an unflinching meditation on the worst and the best that we are capable of: ultimate destructiveness, desperate tenacity, and the tenderness that keeps two people alive in the face of total devastation.
Similar to: T.S. Eliot's Waste Land; Joan Didion; Bret Easton Ellis
My Take: I loved this book. Its subject matter and content were okay but what I really liked was its form. The prose made an economical use of language, using words sparingly. This crisp prose style that is Didion and Easton Ellis' trademark has been given its own spin by McCarthy. The moral questions that the book brings up about what to do when you're in a situation where there are no good alternatives are useful for philosophical discussion. I think that's probably why its an Oprah's Book Club book.
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