A searing, postapocalyptic novel destined to become Cormac McCarthy’s masterpiece.
A father and his son walk alone through burned America. Nothing moves in the ravaged landscape save the ash on the wind. It is cold enough to crack stones, and ...
tones, and when the snow falls it is gray. The sky is dark. Their destination is the coast, although they don’t know what, if anything, awaits them there. They have nothing; just a pistol to defend themselves against the lawless bands that stalk the road, the clothes they are wearing, a cart of scavenged food—and each other.
The Road is the profoundly moving story of a journey. It boldly imagines a future in which no hope remains, but in which the father and his son, “each the other’s world entire,” are sustained by love. Awesome in the totality of its vision, it is an unflinching meditation on the worst and the best that we are capable of: ultimate destructiveness, desperate tenacity, and the tenderness that keeps two people alive in the face of total devastation.
An extremely depressing novel depicting a hopelessly desolate world in which everything is dead, except for a few humans struggling to survive by any means necessary. Very well written, but definitely not everyone's cup of tea because of its
..." unrelenting heaviness.Continua...Nascondi
Grigio. Grigio ovunque in questo mondo post-apocalittico di cui ci è dato sapere poco o nulla. Deserto. Un deserto metaforico attraversato da sporadiche apparizioni (in)umane. Amore. L'amore che lega i due protagonisti, padre e figlio e l'amore per
..."'amore per la vita che anima pochi dei superstiti alla morte. Queste sono le parole chiave di questo romanzo dalla trama lineare e decisamente piatta. Eppure nonostante tutto, è uno di quei libri che ti fa venire i brividi e che, nonostante imponga un ritmo di lettura piuttosto lento per la complessità dei temi affrontati, tiene incollati alle pagine. Toccante il finale. Unica pecca da persona pignola: come è possibile che per un libro intero questi due non trovano nemmeno l'ombra di un buono e alla fine il bimbo ne trova subito, così un'intera famiglia? :/Continua...Nascondi
He lay listening to the water drip in the woods. Bedrock, this. The cold and the silence. The ashes of the late world carried on the bleak and temporal winds to ad fro in the void. Carried forth and scattered and carried forth again. Everything
... uncoupled from its shoring. Unsupported in the ashen air. Sustained by a breath, trembling and brief. If only my heart were stone. Continua...Nascondi
When he woke up in the woods in the dark and the cold of the night he'd reach out to touch the child beside him. Nights dark beyond darkness and the days more gray than what had gone before. Like the onset of some cold glaucoma dimming away the
... world. His hand rose and fell softly with each precious breath. He pushed away the plastic tarpaulin and raised himself in the stinking robes and blankets and looked toward the east for any light but there were none. Continua...Nascondi