A man and his young son walk the roads and byways of an America covered in ashes in an effort to find food and stay alive.
Gloom gloom gloom inexorable gloom.
The Road is probably a more accurate portrayal of what life would be like in the years immediately following a nuclear holocaust than most post-apocalyptic novels, so kudos to McCarthy for picking up on that. But ye gods, it’s unrelentingly depressing.
No wonder the mother opted out early on.
I was grateful for that infinitesimally small glimmer of hope at the end, though.
This book was read as part of RIP VIII. Click the badge to the right for links to more book reviews in this challenge.