I like a book that makes me think and mull over the pages for days, months and even years to come. The Road is such a book. Although it is true that it’s one of the darkest, most depressing post apocalyptic stories you can find, it is impossible to escape the gifted writing style of McCarthy. Here is an example of the prose that drew me into the story:
“Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculate patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery.”
Then, a surprise! The Road offers something unexpected in the form of hope. What I really appreciate is that the hope is up to interpretation by the reader.
The Road is a journey. The reader never fully understands where the journey begins or where it ends but the process along the way is what matters. We witness a father and son in the worst conditions fighting to survive. The bond between them is silent but undeniable. Some of the most touching moments in the story are quiet little exchanges between them. It’s impossible to imagine the horrors the characters experience in The Road but through the reading of the story it’s good to take a deeper look at your life and the lives of those you love.
I recommend The Road because despite its dark content it is a story that gets a different reaction from everyone I know who has read it. I’ve never talked about the book to anyone in just a few quick words. The conversation always delves into personal reactions to the story, the graphically described horrors and the ending that keeps me and everyone else thinking.