"They walked into the little clearing, the boy clutching his hand. They'd taken everything with them except whatever black thing was skewered over the coals. He was standing there checking the perimeter when the boy turned and buried his face against him. He looked quickly to see what had happened. What is it? he said. What is it? the boy shook his head. Oh Papa, he said. He turned and looked again. What the boy had seen was a charred human infant headless and gutted and blackening on the spit. He bent and picked the boy up and started for the road with him, holding him close. I'm sorry, he whispered, I'm sorry."
McCarthy, M. (2007). The road. New York: Vintage. p. 198.
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ugh… the closest I've gotten to McCarthy is watching "No Country." I've tried, but couldn't do it.
ugh… the closest I've gotten to McCarthy is watching "No Country." I've tried, but couldn't do it.
I hear you. I am not sure why this is touted as being such a brilliant book. It's dark, too deliberate, and focuses on so much unnecessary detail that it's boring. Here is the plot line: Doing stuff, Doing stuff, Doing stuff, shoot a guy and describe the brains on boy's hair, Doing stuff, Doing stuff, Doing stuff, dead baby, Doing stuff, Doing stuff, Doing stuff, cannibals…
I was hoping that it would at least have something that would preach. But nope. I guess it shows how much influence Oprah has on literature. BTW – I can't stand Toni Morrison either. Affliction needs redemption or irony. This book had neither.
I hear you. I am not sure why this is touted as being such a brilliant book. It's dark, too deliberate, and focuses on so much unnecessary detail that it's boring. Here is the plot line: Doing stuff, Doing stuff, Doing stuff, shoot a guy and describe the brains on boy's hair, Doing stuff, Doing stuff, Doing stuff, dead baby, Doing stuff, Doing stuff, Doing stuff, cannibals…
I was hoping that it would at least have something that would preach. But nope. I guess it shows how much influence Oprah has on literature. BTW – I can't stand Toni Morrison either. Affliction needs redemption or irony. This book had neither.
See, I thought "The Road" was very poignant. I think it speaks to what good remains in us even when the world is shit and babies are being cooked on spits. Even in the face of the worst possibilities, and when others are choosing basal survival, the father can somehow still hold some light inside for his son. For me the message was that God lives in us as that light. When we lose faith, we choose to ignore it, but it's part of our being–maybe it is our being–and it's up to us to choose to acknowledge it.
See, I thought "The Road" was very poignant. I think it speaks to what good remains in us even when the world is shit and babies are being cooked on spits. Even in the face of the worst possibilities, and when others are choosing basal survival, the father can somehow still hold some light inside for his son. For me the message was that God lives in us as that light. When we lose faith, we choose to ignore it, but it's part of our being–maybe it is our being–and it's up to us to choose to acknowledge it.
I can see how you can get that from it – but that message was buried under a lot of ash for me. In fact, I can't help but see that the relationship between father and son was kind of odd and enhanced by the odd situation.
I can see how you can get that from it – but that message was buried under a lot of ash for me. In fact, I can't help but see that the relationship between father and son was kind of odd and enhanced by the odd situation.