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Books

· 15TH OF JULY, THE YEAR 2007

THE ROAD, BY CORMAC MCCARTHY

The RoadWhat’s this, literature? Must be Christmas booty. And indeed it is. I remember reading that Harold Bloom freaking loved McCarthy, and this book is ostensibly science fiction, regarding a father and son making their way across a post-apocalyptic wasteland, so it has to be sort of good right? Not really. What this book is is bleak. Really bleak. Occasionally horrific, always beautifully written, but monotonously, droningly bleak. I didn’t go in hoping for Mad Max or something, or even a plot. I just wanted a little more than constant, unending suffering. Maybe some hint at a thought, a message, beyond, “You can suffer more than you think . . . and canned peaches are actually kinda good.” Anyway, probably well above my head. Last McCarthy for me, thanks.

ONE COMMENT

Jess said on October 13th, 2007 at 8:51 am,

Never have I encountered so many ways to describe gray. I got half way through and figured I’d gotten the point. Sort of like the refrain from March of the Penguins: “But! Some of these young penguins… would not survive.” [Cut to frozen tiny penguin.]