Seems like most people either love this book or hate it. I fall into the camp of disappointed listeners. I was hoping for a more fascinating science fiction post-apocalyptic novel. What you get in this book is a very depressing account of a man and boy trying to survive. No details are provided on how civilization collapsed. The book plods along with predictable challenges faced by the characters with an equally predictable ending. If you want to read a classic and truly original post-apocalyptic novel, try A Canticle for Leibowitz.
This was a great book of tragic proportions. I was extremely moved by the graphic detail and painstaking reality that was put into this work. I don't remember the last time a book made me cry.
The reason you have to be in the mood to read the Road, is because the subject matter is about relentless suffering and what I term a slow moving chase book. McCormac definetely captures the tough decisions about suffering and deciding to live a quality life. It is a depressing dilemma as it is, so if you are in the mood for apocolyptic suffering...I would rate this book a 5. As for me, I could barely stand it.
I have to say I was a little disappointed by the story. If the plot was to create a story that went absolutely no where then I think it was very successful. This was my first read with this author and the impression was tat the story while filled with descriptive situations ultimately went no where.
A grueling six hours of listening with an ultimate disappointment for an ending. At the end of the story it left you wondering did the author forget where he was going or just get tired of writing.
Actually- this book had every promise and opportunity to achieve a lot more than it did. The dialogue was at time repetitous and not well developed. I don't think I have read a book that used the word "okay" more times - we are talking hundreds of times here. But- in the end it fell flat, did not go anywhere with it's loosely developed plot, and tried to become more than it really was with some pontification in it's last sentence. It was shocking at times for the sake of being startling, and all over the place in sidelines that led no where, had no meaning (deep or otherwise), and aimless. I am a devoted sci-fi fan, ans well as other genre's and I am very disappointed in this book. I wouldn't recommend it.
This is the first time I have taken the time to write a review of something I have read. I found myself at once obsessed and horrified by The Road. I generally like to read "happy" books, but chose the Road because of the reviews I had read and I had always wanted to read something written by Mr. McCarthy. I could not put it down! I was entranced by the beauty and depth of McCarthy's writing, but always horrified by the pictures he painted in my mind. It is a brilliant work on so many levels. Reading this has encouraged to try something else the author has written. I haven't stopped thinking of it since I finished it. Incredible! P.S. the narrator of the audible edition is brilliant, too!
An irritation: despite it’s apparent attempt to be brutally realistic, The Road’s apocalyptic situation is totally implausible. Any catastrophe that wipes out all plant and animal life on Earth will not spare human beings. The cockroaches and fungi will die after us, not before. This is one of those instances where a literary writer has chosen to step into the territory of science fiction, but refuses to play by the rules of science fiction, which include consistency with the current state of scientific knowledge.
Despite this irritation and others (such as its repetitiveness and sometimes overblown language), The Road addresses a theme that is admirable in its seriousness and ambition: Given the reality of death, what is the relationship between one generation and the next? The thing that gives our lives meaning is survival not for ourselves only but for our childen and their children and all the children of humanity in the future. This is the essence of goodness, and holds despite the fact that there is no God in the sense meant by true believers. It holds even if the odds of the human race surviving it’s murderous adolescence are slim to none. Moreover, in the absence of an objective God, there may be a subjective God that we almost inevitably create both as we generalize our feelings towards the survival of future generations, and as we look back at the generations that came before us. The Road is a myth about how humans cope with living in the real existential story: we are individuals who die, and we are members of a species that is also mortal.