The Road by Cormac McCarthy has some seriously mixed reviews on Goodreads. This surprises me, considering it’s won several awards and was made into a movie in 2009. You’re probably like, “why are you reviewing a book that was published 10 years ago? Who even cares?” Whatever, dude. I’ve never read it, it always pops up on different book recommendation websites and threads on reddit and on my “Recommended for You” in the Kindle Store, so why not. Here’s what I thought of The Road:
I definitely should not have finished this book in the middle of class. This book is, in my opinion, more horror than post-apocalyptic fiction. It tells the story of a nameless man and his nameless son traveling south in a version of our world completely devoid of life. Some horrifying event has left the Earth scorched, lifeless, and covered in ash so thick the days blend into the nights. Animals and plants are no longer able to survive. Few humans are left, and the ones who are aren’t the kind you want to be friends with. There you have the basic plot. The story is simple but the events that took place left me both horrified yet hoping that somehow the man and the boy would find a way to persevere. To continue “carrying the fire,” so the man would say.
I’m typically the kind of person that likes more prose-y writing, so this book really did it for me. I know a lot of people aren’t into the whole poetic, minimalist writing style. If that’s not your thing, you might have a hard time with this book. The dialogue can sometimes be difficult to follow due to the lack of punctuation, often apostrophes are left out and quotations are gone entirely. I’m totally cool with that. I think it makes me pay more attention, figure out what’s happening, which character is feeling what. It did get confusing at times. The Road redeems itself in this aspect with the descriptions McCarthy provides. Even though the world he’s describing is completely horrifying, it’s beautifully written.
“He walked out in the gray light and stood and he saw for a brief moment the absolute truth of the world. The cold relentless circling of the intestate earth. Darkness implacable. The blind dogs of the sun in their running. The crushing black vacuum of the universe. And somewhere two hunted animals trembling like ground-foxes in their cover. Borrowed time and borrowed world and borrowed eyes with which to sorrow it”
I loved The Road and I hated The Road. I loved the prose-like feel of it and I thought while the story was relatively simple it kept me engaged the whole time, and I hated it because it made me want to cry. Like I said, I shouldn’t have finished this book in the middle class. It left me depressed and horrified, which is exactly what I wanted it to do.