Many moons ago, after seeing the movie Jurassic Park, a friend of mine said that she half expected to see dinosaurs when she came out of the theater. At the end of winter, under gray skies with remnants of dirty snow on the ground, one has a similar feeling after reading The Road. One comes away with images of starving children, bloody coughs, and many things more sinister and disturbing. To quote the book, “Just remember that the things you put into your head are there forever.” Gee, thanks, Cormac McCarthy.
Although I initially found The Road to be gimmicky with it’s lack of apostrophes and quotation marks, by the end of the book I felt that it was appropriate to the story to have the punctuation degraded. While I didn’t care for the disjointed character of the phrasing, the vocabulary was broad without feeling contrived, and leaned towards the poetic at points. The message that I took away from The Road was that we’d better appreciate what we’ve got (and perhaps do something to maintain it), because things can be destroyed to the point of no return.
I didn’t like the book, the disgusting images, the desperation, the evil hordes. I don’t think that I was supposed to like the book. The future the author envisioned was just a little too easy to imagine.
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