I really wanted to love, and thought I would love I Am Legend. It's a classic and a granddaddy of one of my favorite fiction genres, good old post-apoI really wanted to love, and thought I would love I Am Legend. It's a classic and a granddaddy of one of my favorite fiction genres, good old post-apocalyptic survivor pulp. How could I not love it? Unfortunately, when there's only one human left alive, you're kind of stuck with him, and I learned that I would not want Robert Neville as my only companion in the smoking ruins of the world.
The character of Neville is a product of a bygone era of over-the-top machismo. I haven't seen "The Omega Man", which is based on this novella, but I had no trouble picturing Charlton Heston grinding his jaw through the role. The I Am Legend drinking game would require a drink taken for every one Neville drinks, two drinks for every drink he throws against a wall, three for each time he slams his fist into a wall or onto a table, and you get to slap yourself back to sobriety each time he slaps a woman across the face. Yep, Neville has two encounters with women in the narrative's present time, and he slaps them both across the face. It takes an awful lot for me to get my feminist panties in a twitch, but Robert Neville accomplished that pretty quickly. Ah well, the apocalypse is getting a lot of love from today's writers, so it shouldn't be too hard to find more endearing companions with whom to celebrate the end of all things....more
If you're considering reading The Road, it's unlikely that my review will stop you. The Road, like any number of highbrow lit-lit novels (I'm lookingIf you're considering reading The Road, it's unlikely that my review will stop you. The Road, like any number of highbrow lit-lit novels (I'm looking at you, Life of Pi), has an uncanny ability to worm its way onto everyone's "to read" shelf that is not remotely proportional to the probability that the reader will actually enjoy the reading experience.
So, as you already know what you're getting yourself into (gawdawful depressing post-apocalyptic road trip, made more depressing with each single-clause sentence), let me not attempt to encourage or dissuade you, but rather suggest that you augment the experience with a drinking game. It goes something like this:
* drink for every variation of "ash", "cold", "gray", or "dark" * drink for every...
Oh, I'm sorry, you already have alcohol poisoning! And you haven't even made it to that point where you realize there are no chapters in The Road, just walking walking and more walking. In the cold. And the dark. Surrounded by all the cold, dark, ashen ashes.