The Road is awarded Pulitzer Prize for Fiction in 2007, James Tait Black Prize in 2006, and a finalist for the 2006 National Book Critics Circle Award for fiction.
I was sorely disappointed with this book. I read it by the recommendation of a colleague, and many other people who quoted that this was their best book of the year. What I found was a book that left me all cold, and to be honest, bored. There are a lot of repetitions, from storyline (walk, cold, find food, sleep in cold, walk some more, repeat) to use of words (dark, gray, ash, black, silence, cold, repeat). The author also omitted a lot of punctuations for god knows why.
The setting is post-apocalyptic world. Survived a father and his son (and some other people they met along the way). Why it happened and why they survived are never explained. The author instead described this apocalyptic world endlessly and repeatedly, using repeated words over and over. I got all excited every time someone talked, but the spikes went away all too quickly, because there was nothing much ever happened.
The book is short, but I couldn’t finish it quickly because at several points it could be too depressing, and depressingly boring. At several points it literally bored me to tears. The book can’t even be considered as philosophical (something people might expect from topics like post-apocalyptic world). There’s little discussion about anything. It’s just full of plain hard facts, very descriptive novel. The only thing that I assume made it standout among all others is the fact that the author picked a unique subject matter. It could’ve been a very good book had it been developed more or differently. This one though, left me all flat, didn’t stir me one bit.
Ratings: 3 out of 5
Interesting subject matter. It has a lot of potential to be a very good book, but falls short for me.
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When he woke in the woods in the dark and the cold of the night he’d reach out to touch the child sleeping beside him.
In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery.
“You forget what you want to remember and you remember what you want to forget.” ~ p12