The Road
August 25, 2007
I’ve just spent the night reading Cormac McCarthy’s novel, “The Road” and when I opened the window it was morning and the sun had risen and I was relieved. It isn’t what I expected it to be – I had heard about it and all of its terror and doom but what I found instead was a powerful poem of love of a father for a son and a son for his father and I don’t think I will ever forget it, that tenderness.
I’ve just spent the night reading Cormac McCarthy’s novel, “The Road” and when I opened the window it was morning and the sun had risen and I was relieved. It isn’t what I expected it to be – I had heard about it and all of its terror and doom but what I found instead was a powerful poem of love of a father for a son and a son for his father and I don’t think I will ever forget it, that tenderness.
Labels: Cormac McCarthy
posted by Berlinbound at 7:04 AM
1 Comments:
I wanted to read this as well, but was afraid. I love that you spent the night reading it...
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