Well I want to thank Cormac McCarthy for giving me something to be able to put there. WINNER OF THE PULITZER PRIZE. In the dream from which he'd wakened he had wandered in a cave where the child led him by the hand. Man- made or natural does it matter either way...The father wants to move down the road from the excruciating cold of the snowy mountains urging his son unceasingly to reach the sea on what was California but not anymore. NATIONAL BESTSELLER. They have to find food in a desolate landscape that suffered some catastrophic event that wiped out all living things but somehow not all humans. If you can bare the melodrama the book is a stunning rendition of the deep loving bond between a parent and their child. Of course you can. Trousers rolled to the knee but still they got wet. A man and his boy both remain nameless throughout the book, hungry, tired dispirited wearing rags living if this is the proper word trying to survive a world changed forever ... a bleak atmosphere where the strong kill the weak looking for any food...animal, vegetable or human, nothing is more paramount than. There are events that are exceedingly grim in this, focusing on despair, suicide, cannibalism. I wanted to give it a chance due to all the five star reviews, but it’s just impossible to work out what the hell is going on, and I’m wasting my life trying to take it any further. Find all the books, read about the author, and more. They have to defend themselves and avoid at all cost humans who have chosen cannibalism as a means of survival and they have to face the possibility that they are not going to find the hoped for promise land when they reach the ocean. The language is remarkable. I don’t normally write reviews, but this book is SO bad that I’m making an exception. he said.A quarter mile down the road he stopped and looked back. Then they walked out to the road and he took the boy's hand and they went to the top of the hill where the road crested and where they could see out over the darkening country to the south, standing there in the wind, wrapped in their blankets, watching for any sign of a fire or a lamp. . Yes. It might very well be the best book of the year, period." He palmed the spartan book with black cover and set out in the gray morning. he said.Yes. He screwed down the plastic cap and wiped the bottle off with a rag and hefted it in his hand. A burned house in a clearing and beyond that a reach of meadowlands stark and gray and a raw red mudbank where a roadworks lay abandoned. There's a problem loading this menu right now. Bedrock, this. Thank you for writing this, David. So I could be with you.Okay.He lay listening to the water drip in the woods. . . Dad and boy struggle to survive. . Reviewed in the United States on March 30, 2019. A man and his boy both remain nameless throughout the book, hungry, tired dispirited wearing rags living if this is the proper word trying to survive a world changed forever ... a bleak atmosphere where the strong kill the weak looking for any food...animal, vegetable or human, nothing is more paramount than getting a mouthful of nourishment no laws no parameters. Simple yet mysterious, simultaneously cryptic and crystal clear. They left their shoes on the warm painted boards and dragged the boat up onto the beach and set out the anchor at the end of its rope. He rose while the boy slept and pulled on his shoes and wrapped in his blanket he walked out through the trees. The windows intact. "His tale of survival and the miracle of goodness only adds to McCarthy's stature as a living master. But, worse than that, the structure and grammar are awful. Little dialogue, no adventure, no nothing. Courageous. The Road is beautiful, thought provoking, compelling and life affirming. —Rocky Mountain News, "A dark book that glows with the intensity of [McCarthy's] huge gift for language. Then he just knelt in the ashes. He spread the small tarp they used for a table on the ground and laid everything out and he took the pistol from his belt and laid it on the cloth and then he just sat watching the boy sleep. A pointless read and a waste of my time. You forget what you want to remember and you remember what you want to forget.There was a lake a mile from his uncle's farm where he and his uncle used to go in the fall for firewood. A father and his son are walking together in a postapocalyptic world heading to what they hope is salvation on the southern coast many miles away from where they are. He hadnt kept a calendar for years. For a while me and my family felt the desperation and need for survival in our island but Cormac once again paints a world like no other. Have you a heart? . Still the dad knows the consequences himself of chance encounters some people are of dubious nature. I think we should check it out, the man said. I really feel compelled to write up a review of McCarthy's The Road as this book really worked for me (for those of you who haven't read it, there are no real spoilers below, only random quotes and thematic commentary). Ash moving over the road and the sagging hands of blind wire strung from the blackened lightpoles whining thinly in the wind. Would you say this book is appropriate for a 15 year old boy? The Road is a deeply imagined work and harrowing no matter what your politics." —San Francisco Chronicle, "Vivid, eloquent . A ratchet. Of course we can.He was a long time going to sleep. In spite of the fact approximately three-fourths of the world seemed to readily embrace this as worthy fare, I managed to keep my distance for some time, mainly through ignorance of the general plot of the book and my usual stubborn reluctan. He pulled the blue plastic tarp off of him and folded it and carried it out to the grocery cart and packed it and came back with their plates and some cornmeal cakes in a plastic bag and a plastic bottle of syrup. I am assuming that the reason for a high proportion of "sentences" are not sentences at all, having no verb, was stylistic. I think this review sums up my feelings about the text perfectly, with perhaps slightly less attention paid to the masturbratory act that is this piec. Charred and limbless trunks of trees stretching away on every side. We have to go back. 1006 Reviews. I found it to be an excellent book on so many levels that I am at a loss as to where to begin. He stood looking around the garage. The only prize it should have won was the Turner Prize - for rubbish posing as art. I cannot understand how it has so many good reviews, I’m starting to think there’s something wrong with me! He received the Pulitzer Prize in 2007 for, “You forget what you want to remember, and you remember what you want to forget.”, “Nobody wants to be here and nobody wants to leave.”, Locus Award Nominee for Best SF Novel (2007), James Tait Black Memorial Prize for Fiction (2006), The Quill Award for General Fiction (2007), National Book Critics Circle Award Nominee for Fiction (2006), 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). Then they sat in the floor decanting them of their dregs one by one, leaving the bottles to stand upside down draining into a pan until at the end they had almost a half quart of motor oil. It was at once gripping, terrifying, utterly heart-wrenching, and completely beautiful. Carried forth and scattered and carried forth again. Few books can do more; few have done better. I certainly won’t mislead and paint this story as one that, I’m trying to find solace in the fact that I’m probably not the only one to be humiliatingly hoodwinked into taking the time to read Cormac McCarthy’s much-celebrated yawn-fest “The Road”, although this hardly makes this bamboozling something to boast about. He descended into a gryke in the stone and there he crouched coughing and he coughed for a long time. This was not a safe place. It is a post apocalyptic landscape, heavy with ash, in which you can hear the absence of birds chirping or bugs buzzing. Meeting the few people trying to exist but trusting no one the strangers steal everything, and leave nothing behind but mayhem, the only importance is to keep on breathing...the others are very expendable, even human flesh can be edible. Yellow leaves. The boy watched him. Emotionally draining. Crouching there pale and naked and translucent, its alabaster bones cast up in shadow on the rocks behind it. Nothing. Read this book." The Road is the most readable of [McCarthy's] works, and consistently brilliant in its imagining of the posthumous condition of nature and civilization." Cormac McCarthy. Best Dystopian and Post-Apocalyptic Fiction, no one expects McCarthy--or any American author--to win a Nobel any time soon, Final Impressions: The Road, by Cormac McCarthy - August 2020, The 100 Most Popular Sci-Fi Books on Goodreads.