I finished reading "
The Road" by Cormac McCarthy yesterday night around 1:30 am and then proceeded to be freaked out until about 4 am. I can't help it; when I get into a book, I get into it. Have you read? You must. It's so good, so frightening, and just the way a dystopian novel should be: a bit of threat, the last threads of hope, and completely guttural. The premise of the book is so simple: father and son on the road, going towards the coast. Symbolically there's a lot to play with, but I want to drive home how enthralling it is just to race along with McCarthy's prose. I wanted to follow him everywhere even though I knew we were just moving until the end, literally, and figuratively. That's how powerful, sure writers work.
Could McCarthy be a more beautiful writer? (No)
"Where you've nothing else construct ceremonies out of the air and breathe upon them."
1 comment:
ah, i saw it for a buck outside a bookstore, but i didn't get it cuz i'm moving soon...
i read the first 30 pp of blood meridian once, which i gather is a very different read.
-jane
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