Wow. Wipe the grey ash out of my orifices, this is one depressing read. The man and the boy find themselves walking down the road. What? you say, Cormac McCarthy doesn’t understand proper nouns, quotation marks or chapters? That’s right, his bleak writing style is emphasizing the deeply dark, disturbing, disjointed post-apocalyptic world of the near future. What could cause all the plants and animals to die, the sky to rain ash for years, the sun to stop shining and canned goods to be worth more than their weight in gold? Who knows? It’s not important. Suffice it to say that the future sucks, and is sure to be full of rapists, cannibals, really dirty people – well that’s if you’re lucky to meet anybody in the sparsely populated world of the destructed near-future.
I pat myself on the back for not even quitting when I got to the parts of the book where the man’s wife kills herself because life is so grim, or when the two main characters stumble into a basement where they’re growing people for their limb’s nutrition, or when the little decapitated baby is being roasted on a spit.
I tease a little, but this is a very readable adventure (I read it in two sittings), and in the end deals with the real relationship between father and son, the former who knows he really should put the latter out of his damn misery, but simply cannot. One of the best lines of the entire book the father and son are “each the others world entire”. This won the Pullitzer Prize for goodness sake. And we all know they don’t just hand that out to any post-apocalyptic, gray, ashy drivel. This is good reading!