While I did find the storyline compelling, the telling left me cold. I noticed strange sentence fragments, no punctuation on contractions (hasnt), noWhile I did find the storyline compelling, the telling left me cold. I noticed strange sentence fragments, no punctuation on contractions (hasnt), no chapter breaks. I suppose this is his 'style', at least for this work. I've read no other Cormac McCarthy novels aside from this one.
I think it was meant to read as a hastily penned chronicle, yet there was too much studiousness about it, but in the end it just came off contrived.
I do enjoy post-apocalyptic stories, I do enjoy Messianic stories, too; and this one doesn't disappoint on that score. The one image that lingered with me far past the end of the book was ***SPOILER***
When the thief who tried to steal their stuff was stripped naked and left for dead. The little boy is pleading with an intractible father - who says 'It's what you were trying to do to us.'
There's a cruelty, a brutality, that reduces man to his most animalistic. In a barren world where food is scavenged and extremely hard to come by, thievery does equate death - though, it's a world we (at the moment) can only recognize in our minds.
But the boy! Ah, yes. The boy. He is the representation of hope, of salvation. He is the contradiction that belies the holocaust, and makes the journey, the suffering and even death, worthwhile.