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WINNER OF THE PULITZER PRIZE • NATIONAL BESTSELLER • A searing, post-apocalyptic novel about a father and son's fight to survive, this "tale of survival and the miracle of goodness only adds to McCarthy's stature as a living master. It's gripping, frightening and, ultimately, beautiful" (San Francisco Chronicle). • From the bestselling author of The Passenger
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 Roadis 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.
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9780307387899
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978-0307387899
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287 pages
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Vintage
Publication date
March 27, 2006
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8 x 5.1 x 0.9 inches
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Where you’ve nothing else construct ceremonies out of the air and breathe upon them.
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He said the right dreams for a man in peril were dreams of peril and all else was the call of languor and of death.
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He knew only that the child was his warrant. He said: If he is not the word of God God never spoke.
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A New York Times Notable Book • One of the Best Books of the Year: The Boston Globe, The Christian Science Monitor, The Denver Post, The Kansas City Star, Los Angeles Times, New York, People, Rocky Mountain News, Time, The Village Voice, The Washington Post
"His tale of survival and the miracle of goodness only adds to McCarthy's stature as a living master. It's gripping, frightening and, ultimately, beautiful. It might very well be the best book of the year, period." —San Francisco Chronicle
"Vivid, eloquent ... The Road is the most readable of [McCarthy's] works, and consistently brilliant in its imagining of the posthumous condition of nature and civilization." —The New York Times Book Review
"One of McCarthy's best novels, probably his most moving and perhaps his most personal." —Los Angeles Times Book Review
"Illuminated by extraordinary tenderness.... Simple yet mysterious, simultaneously cryptic and crystal clear. The Road offers nothing in the way of escape or comfort. But its fearless wisdom is more indelible than reassurance could ever be." —The New York Times
"No American writer since Faulkner has wandered so willingly into the swamp waters of deviltry and redemption.... [McCarthy] has written this last waltz with enough elegant reserve to capture what matters most." —The Boston Globe
"We find this violent, grotesque world rendered in gorgeous, melancholic, even biblical cadences.... Few books can do more; few have done better. Read this book." —Rocky Mountain News
"A dark book that glows with the intensity of [McCarthy's] huge gift for language.... Why read this? ... Because in its lapidary transcription of the deepest despair short of total annihilation we may ever know, this book announces the triumph of language over nothingness." —Chicago Tribune
"The love between the father and the son is one of the most profound relationships McCarthy has ever written." —The Christian Science Monitor
"The Road is a wildly powerful and disturbing book that exposes whatever black bedrock lies beneath grief and horror. Disaster has never felt more physically and spiritually real." —Time
"The Road is the logical culmination of everything [McCarthy]'s written." —Newsweek
"There is an urgency to each page, and a raw emotional pull ... making [The Road] easily one of the most harrowing books you'll ever encounter.... Once opened, [it is] nearly impossible to put down; it is as if you must keep reading in order for the characters to stay alive.... The Road is a deeply imagined work and harrowing no matter what your politics."—Bookforum
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When he woke in the woods in the dark and the cold of the night he'd reach out to touch the child sleeping beside him. Nights dark beyond darkness and the days more gray each one than what had gone before. Like the onset of some cold glaucoma dimming away the world. His hand rose and fell softly with each precious breath. He pushed away the plastic tarpaulin and raised himself in the stinking robes and blankets and looked toward the east for any light but there was none. In the dream from which he'd wakened he had wandered in a cave where the child led him by the hand. Their light playing over the wet flowstone walls. Like pilgrims in a fable swallowed up and lost among the inward parts of some granitic beast. Deep stone flues where the water dripped and sang. Tolling in the silence the minutes of the earth and the hours and the days of it and the years without cease. Until they stood in a great stone room where lay a black and ancient lake. And on the far shore a creature that raised its dripping mouth from the rimstone pool and stared into the light with eyes dead white and sightless as the eggs of spiders. It swung its head low over the water as if to take the scent of what it could not see. Crouching there pale and naked and translucent, its alabaster bones cast up in shadow on the rocks behind it. Its bowels, its beating heart. The brain that pulsed in a dull glass bell. It swung its head from side to side and then gave out a low moan and turned and lurched away and loped soundlessly into the dark.
With the first gray light he rose and left the boy sleeping and walked out to the road and squatted and studied the country to the south. Barren, silent, godless. He thought the month was October but he wasn't sure. He hadnt kept a calendar for years. They were moving south. There'd be no surviving another winter here.
When it was light enough to use the binoculars he glassed the valley below. Everything paling away into the murk. The soft ash blowing in loose swirls over the blacktop. He studied what he could see. The segments of road down there among the dead trees. Looking for anything of color. Any movement. Any trace of standing smoke. He lowered the glasses and pulled down the cotton mask from his face and wiped his nose on the back of his wrist and then glassed the country again. Then he just sat there holding the binoculars and watching the ashen daylight congeal over the land. He knew only that the child was his warrant. He said: If he is not the word of God God never spoke.
When he got back the boy was still asleep. 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. 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. He'd pulled away his mask in the night and it was buried somewhere in the blankets. He watched the boy and he looked out through the trees toward the road. This was not a safe place. They could be seen from the road now it was day. The boy turned in the blankets. Then he opened his eyes. Hi, Papa, he said.
I'm right here.
I know.
An hour later they were on the road. He pushed the cart and both he and the boy carried knapsacks. In the knapsacks were essential things. In case they had to abandon the cart and make a run for it. Clamped to the handle of the cart was a chrome motorcycle mirror that he used to watch the road behind them. He shifted the pack higher on his shoulders and looked out over the wasted country. The road was empty. Below in the little valley the still gray serpentine of a river. Motionless and precise.
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Cormac McCarthy
Cormac McCarthy was born in Rhode Island. He later went to Chicago, where he worked as an auto mechanic while writing his first novel, The Orchard Keeper. The Orchard Keeper was published by Random House in 1965; McCarthy's editor there was Albert Erskine, William Faulkner's long-time editor. Before publication, McCarthy received a travelling fellowship from the American Academy of Arts and Letters, which he used to travel to Ireland. In 1966 he also received the Rockefeller Foundation Grant, with which he continued to tour Europe, settling on the island of Ibiza. Here, McCarthy completed revisions of his next novel, Outer Dark. In 1967, McCarthy returned to the United States, moving to Tennessee. Outer Dark was published in 1968, and McCarthy received the Guggenheim Fellowship for Creative Writing in 1969. His next novel, Child of God, was published in 1973. From 1974 to 1975, McCarthy worked on the screenplay for a PBS film called The Gardener's Son, which premiered in 1977. A revised version of the screenplay was later published by Ecco Press. In the late 1970s, McCarthy moved to Texas, and in 1979 published his fourth novel, Suttree, a book that had occupied his writing life on and off for twenty years. He received a MacArthur Fellowship in 1981, and published his fifth novel, Blood Meridian, in 1985. All the Pretty Horses, the first volume of The Border Trilogy, was published in 1992. It won both the National Book Award and the National Book Critics Circle Award and was later turned into a feature film. The Stonemason, a play that McCarthy had written in the mid-1970s and subsequently revised, was published by Ecco Press in 1994. Soon thereafter, the second volume of The Border Trilogy, The Crossing, was published with the third volume, Cities of the Plain, following in 1998. McCarthy's next novel, No Country for Old Men, was published in 2005. This was followed in 2006 by a novel in dramatic form, The Sunset Limited, originally performed by Steppenwolf Theatre Company of Chicago. McCarthy's most recent novel, The Road, was published in 2006 and won the Pulitzer Prize.
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perhaps the greatest work of art I've ever encountered
Reviewed in the United States on August 29, 2010
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Art is different from entertainment because art changes you, and this book affected me more deeply than any piece of art I've ever encountered. Not that I think it's perfect -- I see many flaws. But they don't matter. It accomplished its mission.
Cormac McCarthy has written the definitive literary depiction of the power of love. Although they were cold, dirty, starving, frightened, I was surprised to find myself at one point envying them, for they were nurtured from within by the power of love. Especially the father, as it's the nature of the parent-child relationship that the parent gives and the child receives. CM is saying, that when all hope is gone, love remains.
And he's done it so convincingly that during the days I was reading this book, when I had occasion to throw away some food, I found myself thinking "I wish I could give it to them." In some part of my mind, I felt convinced that these people really existed. That was how completely I entered into their world.
Caution: spoilers ahead!!
I have never cried so hard at any death in a movie or book. It started with the line: "when he lay down he knew that he could go no further and that this was the place where he would die. The boy sat watching him, his eyes welling. Oh Papa, he said."
I'm crying for the loss to the man, who showed so much courage, self-denial, sheer grit, and boundless love. We want to see that kind of all-out effort succeed and be rewarded, but life isn't like that. We know the horror the man must feel in leaving his son alone in that world, with nothing but a half a tin of peaches to sustain him. In his final gesture of love, the man declines the peaches and tells his son to save them for him -- for tomorrow, when he knows he'll be gone.
I'm crying for the loss to the skinny, starving boy, who has lost his smart, determined, vigilant and tender father -- the only thing standing between him and a horrific future as a catamite or cannibal's dinner.
And I'm crying for the loss to myself of the most inspiring character in the fiction world: a man with the strength to keep going, keep walking, keep searching, when almost all others have given up (like his wife) or given in to their basest instincts (the roadagents).
"The Road" left me knowing that love is all that matters, and determined to live my life out of that knowledge. I want to give up living from my mind and start living from my heart. Perhaps I will adopt a child. The story is more powerful than a thousand sermons.
Cormac McCarthy strips away all the superfluous stuff that has nothing to do with love. We don't know whether the man preferred to go out for sushi or steak, jazz music or country. Was he a lawyer, salesman or mechanic? None of that is essential to who he is. We don't need him to crack jokes or say profound things. All we know of him is what he does, and that's plenty. We see him putting his son's welfare first, over and over again. When they are hiding from the cannibals, he considers running to draw them away from the boy. That he himself will end up in that basement doesn't even figure in his decision not to do it -- only that he doesn't think it will work. His own pain weighs nothing when compared to his motivation to save the boy.
As for those who fault the man for not helping strangers -- I don't agree. Any morsel of food given to strangers is taken from the mouth of his son, or lessens his own chance to stay alive long enough to get his son south. He had to choose and he chose his son.
So the story had a deep emotional impact on me. But in addition, it is a story of ideas. How low can man go? What darkness beats in the heart of men, only thinly veiled by our (currently) abundant society? At what point is life no longer worth living? At what point should the strong drive for self-preservation be ignored, if it means committing atrocities on others? And lastly, to what extent am I taking life's current luxuries and comforts for granted?
I'm sure many a reader of "The Road" has collapsed into bed after a night of reading and felt immense gratitude for their cozy bedroom, their clean sheets, their fridge and a tasty midnight snack.
Things that troubled me about the story: I wanted them to stay longer at the bunker. At least to make full use of those provisions and take the time to fatten up and rest before heading on. They could've hauled a load of groceries off a mile or two and pigged out for a few weeks before coming back for more. The more weight they put on, the less crucial it would be to find fresh provisions when they finally did leave.
I wanted to see him make a major effort to find a way to disguise the trap-door to the bunker. It had gone undiscovered for almost ten years, if it was well hidden perhaps it could go undiscovered for at least a few more months.
Setting off the flare gun was irresponsible. They wasted a flare and announced their position, perhaps drawing the thief.
But those are minor quibbles. After finishing "The Road," I felt profoundly blessed, and cleansed from within from the tears shed. I knew I was in the presence of greatness. Cormac McCarthy has given mankind an immense gift, for which I paid only $7.99. Thank for Cormac McCarthy.
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Parenting and post-apocalyptic survival
Reviewed in the United States on March 30, 2008
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This is one of the best post-holocaust and parenting books around, and despite the Pulitzer it is undeniably a science fiction novel. It is the story of a man and his son, trekking across the wasteland trying to find a place where they can survive for the winter. This disaster that destroyed the world is artfully left undetermined as is the age of the child and the amount of time since the Fall. The world is beautifully described in a unique voice and the story is a real page turner...I literally could not put it down and dreamt about it for days.
The world is vividly portrayed with numerous examples of survival and human cruelty. Once the world is established, the author never deviates from the `reality' of this world. The characters are engaging, yet their situation is desperately hopeless...and Cormac manages to keep up that hopelessness through the entire book, gradually making it worse and worse. How, you wonder, how could they survive? Yet each new development flows logically from the world and is believable and gripping. Page after page, the man and boy struggle against starvation, the elements, cannibals, and their own hopelessness.
The only downsides are the prose, the premise and the ending. This might sound bad, but the good qualities more than make up for these weaknesses. Also, understand that this is intended to be a literary work, more about evoking an emotional state and asking philosophical questions than it is about exploring a science fiction premise. The prose is highly stylized with sparse punctuation. I found this annoying at first, but it grows on you and after a couple chapters the style is transparent. The premise is kind of silly--after all what could end human civilization, kill off all plant and animal life, yet leave humans and human artifacts undamaged? Nothing. But like I said, the focus is not science fiction so the setting is not intended to be realistic. That said, the extrapolation of how people might live in this condition is pretty good. Finally, there is the ending. The story is really about one thing: in this terrible and terrifying world, what is the point of living? For the father, it is the care of his son. But for the son... well that question is never answered. I found that to be the only true disappointment of the book... the question is asked a hundred times and the author offers us no answer.
Last, I consider this a book on parenting. As a relatively new parent, it made me rethink my values, my priorities and my relationship to my son. The man and the boy remain unnamed, they could be anyone. They are described in a manner that masks their age, ethnicity and background so they could be any man and his son. Their absolute devotion to each other is deeply touching, and as it is told through the man's point of view, we can see just how much he sacrifices just to give his son a chance at survival. While it won't tell you how to raise your kids, I think any father reading this will step back and realize just what a father's love really is.
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"The Road" is not a book for the faint of heart!
Reviewed in the United States on June 18, 2023
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Rating: ★★★★★ (5/5)
Cormac McCarthy's "The Road" is a post-apocalyptic masterpiece that will leave an indelible mark on your soul. With sparse yet poetic prose, McCarthy takes us on an emotionally intense journey through a desolate and merciless world, revealing the depths of human resilience and the fragility of hope.
Set in a bleak, ash-covered landscape, the story follows a father and his young son as they traverse a road to an unknown destination. Their world is ravaged by an unexplained cataclysm, devoid of life, and haunted by bands of desperate survivors turned savage. With every step, the duo battles hunger, cold, and the constant fear of being discovered by those who would do them harm.
What sets "The Road" apart is McCarthy's ability to capture the essence of humanity in its purest and most primal form. Through the profound relationship between the father and son, McCarthy explores the power of love and the lengths we go to protect those we hold dear. Their bond is both tender and fierce, providing a glimmer of hope amidst the surrounding darkness.
McCarthy's writing style is simultaneously stark and hauntingly beautiful. His minimalist approach, devoid of quotation marks and traditional dialogue tags, immerses readers in the characters' thoughts and experiences. This narrative choice intensifies the sense of isolation and desperation, echoing the desolation of the world they inhabit. The prose is poetic in its simplicity, punctuated by moments of raw, gut-wrenching emotion that will leave you breathless.
While the post-apocalyptic setting is undeniably bleak, "The Road" offers a profound meditation on the human condition. McCarthy delves into themes of survival, morality, and the fundamental nature of mankind. He explores the boundaries between good and evil, showcasing the lengths some will go to preserve their own lives, and the rare acts of selflessness that restore our faith in humanity.
Through its harrowing depiction of a world teetering on the edge of annihilation, "The Road" forces readers to confront their own mortality and contemplate the choices we make when faced with dire circumstances. It serves as a powerful reminder of the fragility of civilization and the enduring power of hope, even in the face of unimaginable horrors.
"The Road" is not a book for the faint of heart, but for those willing to embark on this profound journey, it offers an unforgettable experience. McCarthy's masterful storytelling, combined with the depth of his characters and the weight of his themes, make this novel an absolute must-read. Prepare to be captivated, devastated, and ultimately uplifted by this haunting portrayal of humanity's struggle to survive in a world where darkness reigns.
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