The Road 
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.
(front flap)
He palmed the spartan book with black cover and set out in the gray morning. Grayness, ashen. Ashen in face. Ashen in the sky.He set out for the road, the book in hand. Bleakness, grayness. Nothing but gray, always.He was tired and hungry. Coughing. The coughing had gotten worse. He felt like he might die. But he couldn't die. Not yet.The boy depended on him.He walked down the road, awaiting the creaking bus. It trundled from somewhere, through the gray fog. The ashen gray fog.He stepped aboard,
I'm a terrible person because I didn't really like "The Road" and I'm not sure how I feel about Cormac McCarthy. Honestly, I think there's something wrong with me. I just finished reading "The Road" today - it only took a couple of hours to get through, because it's not that long a book, and I think it was a good way to read it because I felt really immersed in the story, which is told like one long run-on nightmare of poetic import. The characters don't get quotation marks when they speak, and

A good friend gave this to me to read. I told him I already had an audiobook working and he said, "you'll want to read this one". I could barely put it down. Mesmerizing. McCarthy's prose is simple, fable like, yet also lyrical, like a minamalistic poet. The portrait he has painted is dark and foreboding, difficult and painful, yet he carries "the fire" throughout, a spark of hope and love that must be his central message to the reader. Having read the book, not sure if I want to see the film,
The main point I want to deal with is how I managed to walk away from this book with a trenchant sense of gratitude at the forefront of my mind. I certainly wont mislead and paint this story as one that directly radiates things to be happy about, but I do think it does so indirectly (and the term "happy" is far too facile for my purposes here). This is an extremely dark tale of a world passed through a proverbial dissolvent. A world stripped of its major ecological systems. Small pockets of homo
This is one of the saddest books about a father and child that I have ever read in my life . . yet. There were a couple of happy times. Not so much though =( Mel ♥
Cormac McCarthy
Hardcover | Pages: 241 pages Rating: 3.97 | 678670 Users | 44149 Reviews

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Original Title: | The Road |
ISBN: | 0307265439 (ISBN13: 9780307265432) |
Edition Language: | English |
Characters: | The man, The boy |
Setting: | United States of America |
Literary Awards: | Pulitzer Prize for Fiction (2007), Locus Award Nominee for Best SF Novel (2007), James Tait Black Memorial Prize for Fiction (2006), The Quill Award for General Fiction (2007), Puddly Award for Fiction (2010) National Book Critics Circle Award Nominee for Fiction (2006), Believer Book Award (2006), Tähtivaeltaja Award (2009), Cena Akademie SFFH for Kniha roku (Book of the Year) (2008), Prix des libraires du Québec for Lauréats hors Québec (2009), International Dublin Literary Award Nominee (2008), The Rooster -- The Morning News Tournament of Books (2007) |
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A 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.
(front flap)
Point Appertaining To Books The Road
Title | : | The Road |
Author | : | Cormac McCarthy |
Book Format | : | Hardcover |
Book Edition | : | First Edition (US/CAN) |
Pages | : | Pages: 241 pages |
Published | : | September 26th 2006 by Alfred A. Knopf |
Categories | : | Childrens. Fiction. Mystery. Classics. Young Adult. Middle Grade. Chapter Books |
Rating Appertaining To Books The Road
Ratings: 3.97 From 678670 Users | 44149 ReviewsCommentary Appertaining To Books The Road
I read it in a day ( it almost took my head of ). :-()He palmed the spartan book with black cover and set out in the gray morning. Grayness, ashen. Ashen in face. Ashen in the sky.He set out for the road, the book in hand. Bleakness, grayness. Nothing but gray, always.He was tired and hungry. Coughing. The coughing had gotten worse. He felt like he might die. But he couldn't die. Not yet.The boy depended on him.He walked down the road, awaiting the creaking bus. It trundled from somewhere, through the gray fog. The ashen gray fog.He stepped aboard,
I'm a terrible person because I didn't really like "The Road" and I'm not sure how I feel about Cormac McCarthy. Honestly, I think there's something wrong with me. I just finished reading "The Road" today - it only took a couple of hours to get through, because it's not that long a book, and I think it was a good way to read it because I felt really immersed in the story, which is told like one long run-on nightmare of poetic import. The characters don't get quotation marks when they speak, and

A good friend gave this to me to read. I told him I already had an audiobook working and he said, "you'll want to read this one". I could barely put it down. Mesmerizing. McCarthy's prose is simple, fable like, yet also lyrical, like a minamalistic poet. The portrait he has painted is dark and foreboding, difficult and painful, yet he carries "the fire" throughout, a spark of hope and love that must be his central message to the reader. Having read the book, not sure if I want to see the film,
The main point I want to deal with is how I managed to walk away from this book with a trenchant sense of gratitude at the forefront of my mind. I certainly wont mislead and paint this story as one that directly radiates things to be happy about, but I do think it does so indirectly (and the term "happy" is far too facile for my purposes here). This is an extremely dark tale of a world passed through a proverbial dissolvent. A world stripped of its major ecological systems. Small pockets of homo
This is one of the saddest books about a father and child that I have ever read in my life . . yet. There were a couple of happy times. Not so much though =( Mel ♥
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