I really, really loved it. There was something about the setting and McCarthy's gorgeous prose style that drew me in immediately, and I was so invested in the relationship between the father and son. My heart was entirely with them the entire way through the story, and I thought that the ending was touching and completely appropriate. Anticlimactic? Maybe, but I was reading for the journey and the relationship, not a resolution for the plot. I haven't been as engrossed in or moved by a novel in quite some time.
I didn't feel that it was a cop-out at all not to explain what happened to the world. What does it matter? That's not the point of the story. It just
is, and it's about two people who love one another dearly struggling for survival and clinging to that last ounce of hope when logically there's none to be had. For me, everything about The Road was perfect.
Interestingly, I've found it extremely difficult to get into McCarthy's other work. I started All the Pretty Horses and wound up supremely bored (and generally not intrigued by the story's premise). I'm halfway through Blood Meridian now, and while I quite like it so far, it hasn't had anything nearing the emotional pull that The Road had on me. I'm not a fan of Westerns per se (though I guess, at least thematically, I must be), so while the prose remains absolutely stunning, those other novels haven't been my cup of tea.
Updated On: 7/4/07 at 12:57 AM