I am writing this at work because I can, also becuase it's my federally madated lunch break, and I can do what I want to. I am just sitting here in my cubicle, watching it rain, still. We are all waiting for the next Ark to be constructed here in Kentucky, seeing how it has been raining for what it seems 40 days and 40 nights (not the Jesus ark at the museum, one that actually floats). Not downplaying the hurricane damage in the Carolinas at all with that joke either. I have friends there, and they are devastated and heartbroken.
I talked to one of my really good friends this week, and he said to me, "Nature is a force that we have no control over, and we are all just waiting on the next storm to come blow us away."
That is actually pretty deep, and true.
I finished reading The Road and I am here to say that you need to read this book. Cormac McCarthy is absolutely a fantastic author. The fact that there was a movie created about this book (which I have yet to watch), is a testament to its greatness. It’s troubling, engrossing, and mysterious. The book showed me how a man can act under these dire circumstances, what he will do to protect and survive, and the emotional trauma that loss can provoke in us. It is actually really scary, in the sense that it could happen at any time.
You don’t really get all the answers with this book; you kind of have to chase them, and come up with some of them on your own. For instance, you don’t really know why the world was burning. Maybe it was a nuclear war or something like that, but you don’t ever really find out. There are few survivors, and the ones that have survived have to hide away from those that have turned to cannibalism to survive; running and staying on the road to find the next safe place to go, or place with food because everyone is starving. This is a post-apocalyptic book, and I love it. I don't know why I enjoy these types of books, maybe it is because it is so different than the life I am living today, and the idea of just surviving, not like we do right now honey, I mean to live; that is so interesting. How do people gain this skillset? People with this certain skillset, a survival skillset, are the ones that persevere here, as long as they are armed with some kind of weaponry, common sense, and decent health. I want to be able to do that, not weld an axe or shoot a gun, but survive. It is so strange, and the book was so terribly gruesome at points, but it was all very needed to help the reader stay in that mindset.
The main character is the Father, who is taking care of his very young son, by himself. For whatever reason, the little boy’s Mother ran away, or killed herself, hell I don’t know. I am still not clear on that. The dialogue in this book, in the way the Father and Son communicate, is very interesting. They talk very little, but intuitively and almost instinctively, they know what their needs are, or what the other will say next. It seems to me that it is a very brave storyline too, one that may put off many readers. But, in my opinion, the book really expresses the psychological states of the man and boy, at the end of the rope, starving and hanging on for dear life; just trying to keep the fire burning, however small it may be.
I could actually write so much more, but I won't. I don't want to give it away, for those of you who have not read this. But please do, give it a go.
On a very exciting note, the Beta Readers have completed their work on Sheila's book, and now we are in the stage of final review. I am so happy for her. This book is going to be something special. I will be glad to finally be able to review it, one day!
I have started this Thoreau book, and it's lovely too. I will update on Saturday.
Guess what honey?
We missed the Harvest Moon, because it was cloudy.
Can't see the stars if the clouds are out.
P.S. Here is my favorite quote from The Road. "If he is not the word of God, God never spoke.”