The Road by Cormac McCarthy

Review of The Road

The Road was recommended to me by a friend after telling him I wanted to stray from my usual non-fiction choices and go with more of a best-seller. So glad I strayed! 

There was a mature tenderness in The Road by Cormac McCarthy that was both breathtaking, and sobering. The book was almost so well written, so human, that I feel oddly disloyal writing about it, but I want to encourage others to read the book, so here I am.

Using the simple idea of a father and son walking down a road, McCarthy authentically personifies fear, loss, fatigue, and hope.

Then they set out along the blacktop in the gunmetal light, shuffling through the ash, each the other’s world entire.
— The Road by Cormac McCarthy

In any other context the relationship between the father and son would be heartwarming, however the stoic backdrop of the apocalyptic landscape leave you feeling as emotionless as the characters themselves. It’s almost as if the reader is along for the journey, fatigued a bit more with each page, aware of the bleakness of the current journey, and yet is filled with a tiny ember of hope that burns just long enough to get you through to the end.

I greatly enjoyed this read. Now, as I commute to school each day, along a long stretch of desolate country road, I can’t help but feel grateful for the fact that I have food in my belly and a family at home.