I remember seeing this reviewed in the New York Times back in September and I was reminded of it by a friend who read it recently and simply couldn't find the words to describe its impact. It's about a son and his father and their survival in a post-apocalyptic world. It is one of five finalists for the National Book Critics' Circle Award.
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In "The Road" a boy and his father lurch across the cold, wretched, wet, corpse-strewn, ashen landscape of a post-apocalyptic world. The imagery is brutal even by Cormac McCarthy's high standards for despair. This parable is also trenchant and terrifying, written with stripped-down urgency and fueled by the force of a universal nightmare. "The Road" would be pure misery if not for its stunning, savage beauty.
This is an exquisitely bleak incantation - pure poetic brimstone. Mr. McCarthy has summoned his fiercest visions to invoke the devastation. He gives voice to the unspeakable in a terse cautionary tale that is too potent to be numbing, despite the stupefying ravages it describes. Mr. McCarthy brings an almost biblical fury as he bears witness to sights man was never meant to see.
"There is no prophet in the earth's long chronicle who is not honored here today," the father says, trying to make his son understand why they inhabit a gray moonscape. "Whatever form you spoke of you were right." Thus "The Road" keeps pace with the most enterprising doomsayers as death and desperation manifest themselves on every page. And in a perverse miracle it yields one last calamity when it seems that things cannot possibly get worse.
Yet as the boy and man wander, encountering remnants of the lost world and providing the reader with more and more clues about what destroyed it, this narrative is also illuminated by extraordinary tenderness. "He knew only that the child was his warrant," it says of the father and his mission. "He said: if he is not the word of God God never spoke."
Washington Post Apocalypse Now
The Village Voice The End of the Line
