I began reading The Road by Cormac McCarthy this evening. It's a tale of a man and his son, traveling across an ashy, barren America, years after a tragic cataclysm blighted the country. So far, it's been quite an obscure tale, obviously. The characters have no names and are only called The Man and The Boy. There is a movie in production, set to release next year.
McCarthy also wrote All The Pretty Horses and No Country For Old Men, both of which were adapted into films.
The Road, thus far, seems to be a tale of death and desperation. Perhaps atonement. The "sins of the father" could be represented as well, the "father" being America as a whole. How McCarthy sees the future of America by the nation's faults and wrongdoings.
I'm not sure how it will affect me after I'm finished. It's already making me think of things to come: the future is a constant and inconstant phenomenon; a concept one cannot truly grasp.
To think of the future, one can be optimistic or melancholy. McCarthy is a latter thinker.
I also think this story will make me very depressed, but I shall continue to read anyway. Perhaps it is not a story to read in times of merriment, such as the Christmas holiday.
p&l rachel
1 comment:
great book. Great author. No country for old men gave justice to the book, but All the pretty horses is a painfull movie. Good job billy bob. Hopefully The Road will be a great movie. It looks as it is!
danny
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