The Road
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Did anyone find the writing style an absolute turn off?


In his western trilogy, launched with All The Pretty Horses, I would describe his writing as beautiful, even lyrical at times. His descriptions of terrain are peerless.

Yes, ITA.

The writing made the book what it was; barren, desolate, hopeless.
I believe it was beautifully written.


For anyone interested, here's a blog entry that gets to the bottom of what's so great about McCarthy's sentences:
http://bit.ly/w1JWMp

While I think only McCarthy can write like McCarthy (and get away with it), the lesson for me was how rich the construction of language can be and how it can enhance the material you deliver. Many good authors do this but McCarthy has a style all of his own.
For me, he has a beat and rhythm that captured desolation in The Road, and the violent lawlessness of the west in Blood Meridian.
In contrast, Joyce Carol Oates left me cold. (Heresy?)



I was starting to think I was just bonkers. No, I physically couldn't get past the first five to ten pages, despite picking the book up on no less than three occasions.
Far from leaving the story open to the imagination - as someone suggested earlier - I find that his endless stream of adjectives dictates everything down to the last molecule.
I don't say this often, but the film does the theme far more justice and is everything the book should have been.


Ulysses is a very tough read to tackle. You need to start with A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man first, if you haven't read it yet. It's also good to be familiar with Homer's The Odyssey, as Ulysses is named after the protagonist's Roman name in Homer's epic.

Ulysses is a very tough read to tackle. You need to start with [book:A Portrait of the Artist as a Young M..."
Thanks Will, I'll do that. I studied the Odyssey at various levels for about 6 years so that should help.



The Road is not a page-flipper to devour for plot twists or big-idea sci-fi or inter-character drama. Instead, it asks to be savored for the use of language, the psychological tensions, and its depiction of a relationship between a father-as-protector and his child.
McCarthy pens scenes that seem familiar to the post-apocalypse context but examines them through his particular descriptive lens. I found myself reading sentences aloud and admiring how he'd constructed them, what he'd said, how he'd said it, the emotions captured, or what was implied.
The Road didn't compel me to read the rest of McCarthy's ouvre. But the text spoke volumes to the writer in me at the time. My $.02.

Vince I think you've hit the nail on the head here - I expected post-apocalyptic and received literary experimentation. I think the problem is that I read fiction to be entertained and save philosophy and political theory to warm the brain up.

And to say that comparing McCarthy to Joyce "cheapens literature" is just ignorant boilerplate, unless you're willing to come forward with some literature you've written yourself that you think can stand up to scrutiny.


It's not a problem...if it didn't work for you, it didn't . While we're trading notes on one of our favorite genres, allow me to recommend a 5-part series of novellas called Wool by Hugh Howey: http://ow.ly/9qHYY
You can find Wool over on Amazon as e-reader titles and also in one-volume as an Omnibus paperback. For a relatively unknown author, Howey penned an entertaining post-apocalypse setting/context populated with compelling characters and moved forward amidst an interesting and twist-filled plot.
Well worth the price, Wool serves as an engaging experiment in how e-readers (or digital distribution in general) can revive the "serial novel" as a genre by providing a low-risk entry cost to the reader and a motive for the author to make sure every segment of the work delivers on the promise.
Happy reading!


Thanks for tha..."
Thank you, Martin, couldn't have said it better!

Already done! I went the full hog and bought the omnibus, then dedicated 3 or 4 days to polishing it off. Fantastic little series that got better as it went on.

This whole conversation reminds me of my experience with William Faulkner as an undergrad. I was drawn to Faulkner after reading Absalom, Absalom for a class. I picked up The Sound and the Fury and finally went to my professor in despair. The lack of punctuation was killing me. He suggesting taking a pencil and punctuating as I read. I did, and it only took a handful of pages before my brain adjusted, and I no longer needed the crutch. And Faulkner is still one of my favorite writers, and he definitely didn't need some 18 year old whining about how he needed to pick up a copy of The Elements of Style.
If you're just reading for simple pleasure, perhaps you should simply steer clear of works that operate on multiple levels, that are works of art. And simply because you don't like a work, it doesn't automatically mean that the author is not skilled.

I am not a fan of jazz, but I can see how jazz musicians are skilled in their craft. Likewise, McCarthy employs techniques that some may not appreciate but I think you can still recognise great craftsmanship in his work, even if it's not to your taste.
I mentioned before I am no fan of Joyce, but I cannot deny her abilities, or fail to learn lessons I may apply myself.

I'm not sure it's a case of not liking things that operate on multiple levels. A lot of the fiction I read comes with something to say on a political or philosophical level - that's pretty much a given with SF. I personally don't get it when that extra 'level' is literary because I don't feel that the 'intricacies' of language are high up on my list of things I consider important.
When some people watch films they are looking at things like the production; the camera-work etc. It's the big picture I'm interested in, and if you were to strip away the literary 'innovations' and techniques from the Road, then the plot and dialogue you are left with would be nothing short of derivative and dull.
For example, I felt that Ender's Game had more to say about issues like morality and what it is to be human than The Road could ever hope.. yet the author deliberately wrote it in an accessible fashion.
I guess it depends if you want to focus on the words or the message, eh?


Assuming, that is, that there are future generations to read it.

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I was being overly familiar; Joyce Carol Oates, not James Joyce (see my post above where I first mention her).


I'm a non-believer on this one. Bought it, read it, wasn't smitten.
Addition: I don't think the post apocalyptic tag is really deserved because I'm not convinced that there really was a society prior to the events of the story. He says there was, until it inexplicably went away, but outside of a shopping cart, a gun, some buildings to hold certain scenes and various canned goods I saw no evidence of one. It could just have easily taken place against a backdrop that has always been an ashen waste populated by generic barbarian bad guy cannibals, the ultimate gray room for a play of two where other people are just plot devices who are barely distinguishable from props.


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Agreed . Thanks for this post & Link

Well there's your first clue: McCarthy is not a genre writer. This is literary fiction. It's not for everybody, any more than poetry. But r..."
Could you be any more snobbish in this post? I'm happy to say I finished the book hoping it would get better by the end. Once I finished, I was only happy at the fact that I had finished, and didn't have to suffer through any more pages. Chalk it up to there are people who don't like it, and people who do. Just because I don't like this book doesn't mean I can't appreciate other literature available.

I'm a die-hard fan of the PA genre and was expecting so mu..."
i was bored too. i couldn't figure out what the fuss was about.


If you are looking for plot--stick to James Patterson and Steven King. They should give you what you are looking for:)

Not quite true. I am not a parent and The Road is one of my favorite novels. It moved me beyond words.
I'm glad that many people shared my "huh?" reaction to the title of this thread. While I don't think The Road is McCarthy's best novel (All the Pretty Horses takes that spot), it's certainly a fairly good representation of his polysyndetic syntax.
However, I had to comment on the hoary canard, "if you don't have children you just don't get it". While I think the reading of a text depends greatly on the specific reader, there shouldn't be specific circumstance required of the reader for parsing the meaning of the text. Reducing this to its bare minimum: it is the writer's job to invoke the particular feeling in the reader. I have no desire for children and will never procreate; this does not mean I was unable to understand what the father goes through in order to keep his son alive. McCarthy's prose is evocative enough to convey the familial relationship and elicit the respective emotions from the reader. This - in a nutshell - is what makes The Road so powerful - not its prose or its plot, but its evocation of the father-son dynamic.
However, I had to comment on the hoary canard, "if you don't have children you just don't get it". While I think the reading of a text depends greatly on the specific reader, there shouldn't be specific circumstance required of the reader for parsing the meaning of the text. Reducing this to its bare minimum: it is the writer's job to invoke the particular feeling in the reader. I have no desire for children and will never procreate; this does not mean I was unable to understand what the father goes through in order to keep his son alive. McCarthy's prose is evocative enough to convey the familial relationship and elicit the respective emotions from the reader. This - in a nutshell - is what makes The Road so powerful - not its prose or its plot, but its evocation of the father-son dynamic.
Plus, The Road is technically not stream of consciousness. The technique used in Ulysses, Mrs Dalloway, The Sound and the Fury, etc, is stream of consciousness. The Road is limited third person omniscient. It's a very fine line and hard to mistake, but McCarthy isn't aiming for Faulknerian narration, but rather Faulknerian syntax.


I just didn't like this one - does it mean McCarthy is a bad writer? Does it mean I hate good literature? No it means I simply failed to become part of his appreciative audience for this one. The grammar does matter to me but it's not the be all and end all. In the end I found the story too bleak because I do not believe that is how humanity would end. However it in the end it is just a work of fiction... So to make judgement calls about the readers is sort of immature in my view. Just let those who enjoy it enjoy it. Those who don't can have their say too.

Not enjoying The Road from a literary standpoint is perfectly acceptable. Not even realizing it is literary fiction is embarrassing.
Mal wrote: "Sigh...this is what you get when Oprah's Book Club meets literary fiction. The Road is no more a post-apocalyptic story than Blood Meridian is a western. I'll bet people that picked up The Sound an..."
Oh no! The proletariat are reading! What will we do? We, the bourgeois, should definitely hold all of the so-called literary fiction in an ivory tower so that none of the filthy unwashed masses can read for themselves and attempt to improve their lives.
So that was snarky, but I'm going to make a point that's high minded without snark.
If we take Fredric Jameson's idea that postmodernism, the cultural logic of postmodernity, is a frantic aesthetic production meeting commodity production, urgently producing fresh waves of commodities that ruthlessly colonize past styles in an effort to represent our own time, which we are unable to, then we can see Oprah's Book Club, and even her idea of self-help movement as an attempt to self-narrativize. The weakening of historicity and the waning of affect are all symptoms of the postmodern condition. The reaction to this condition is the self-help movement and Oprah's Book Club. If you don't like your life (you feel dumb) then you can cast yourself as protagonist and change who you are - by reading texts in an effort to improve your intelligence. Of course, many argue that this self-improvement is an illusion, possibly a dangerous one, but one cannot fault people for trying.
We are unable to represent even our very present without it being mediated through previous forms of representation. In this case, McCarthy is attempting to address the existence of his son in an wholly scary time period (postmodernity) through the past form of the post-apocalyptic narrative (postmodernism). What McCarthy is doing is exactly what Oprah's Book Club is doing: casting one's self as the protagonist in order to narrativize in a cultural logic that is inescapable.
I find myself incredulous to the metanarrative of "literary fiction". I am, too, part of postmodernism, but at least, my incredulity isn't matched with a dogmatic adherance and revitalization of the "Canon".
And that, my friends, is how you defend Oprah's Book Club.
Oh no! The proletariat are reading! What will we do? We, the bourgeois, should definitely hold all of the so-called literary fiction in an ivory tower so that none of the filthy unwashed masses can read for themselves and attempt to improve their lives.
So that was snarky, but I'm going to make a point that's high minded without snark.
If we take Fredric Jameson's idea that postmodernism, the cultural logic of postmodernity, is a frantic aesthetic production meeting commodity production, urgently producing fresh waves of commodities that ruthlessly colonize past styles in an effort to represent our own time, which we are unable to, then we can see Oprah's Book Club, and even her idea of self-help movement as an attempt to self-narrativize. The weakening of historicity and the waning of affect are all symptoms of the postmodern condition. The reaction to this condition is the self-help movement and Oprah's Book Club. If you don't like your life (you feel dumb) then you can cast yourself as protagonist and change who you are - by reading texts in an effort to improve your intelligence. Of course, many argue that this self-improvement is an illusion, possibly a dangerous one, but one cannot fault people for trying.
We are unable to represent even our very present without it being mediated through previous forms of representation. In this case, McCarthy is attempting to address the existence of his son in an wholly scary time period (postmodernity) through the past form of the post-apocalyptic narrative (postmodernism). What McCarthy is doing is exactly what Oprah's Book Club is doing: casting one's self as the protagonist in order to narrativize in a cultural logic that is inescapable.
I find myself incredulous to the metanarrative of "literary fiction". I am, too, part of postmodernism, but at least, my incredulity isn't matched with a dogmatic adherance and revitalization of the "Canon".
And that, my friends, is how you defend Oprah's Book Club.
Hmmm... Not sure you are citing the correct logical fallacy or if indeed my defense is even logically fallacious. I mean, my propositions aren't individually fallacious: postmodernism signals an attempt for narrativizing, The Road is an attempt to put into narrative the fear of the father for his son. McCarthy's been quite clear on that aspect.
I'm a die-hard fan of the PA genre and was expecting so much more.
Out of interest, are No Country for Old Men and All the Pretty Horses written in this same style?