The Road by Cormac McCarthy
I finished this book today on the bus to work. I read most of it on the bus as it is a quick read. It is stylistically similar to Kurt Vonnegut as McCarthy presents us with a series of ashen and desolate vignettes of the road trip of a man and his son towards the US coast.
It is a depressing read in some respects as it details the grim downward spiral of humanity in the wake of a post apocalyptic world. You never find out the cause of the disaster – though it could be nuclear – and this ignorance of the wider world mimics the experience the Man and his Son in their desolation.
There is horror in the book, though this too is kept to a de-populated minimum. There are simply too few people left for an elaborate gorefest. Instead you have a relentless, solitary journey through an ashen land punctuated by the violence of desperation.
Much of the book details the solitude, cold and hunger of the two, and their constant efforts to find food and water. Conversation between the two is stark. McCarthy clearly wants to reflect the psychological denuding of hopes and dreams. Stories become a thing of the past, as the happy endings merely serve to highlight the improbability of any comfortable outcome. The only story is the outcome of their grim trip, and the uncertainty of any kind of happiness.
The redemptive ending is also a sparse affair, though it hints at ancient mystery. I enjoyed the relentless description employed by McCarthy, and the real moral dilemmas posed by the situation of the survivors.