I know Cormac McCarthy is a spectacular writer. I read All the Pretty Horses and was very very impressed with the writing. However he writes in this kind of romanticized tough guy way that it's like some Clint Eastwood movie. (Like Pale Rider which was actually quite delicious in it's silent macho kind of way). However for my romance I prefer Jane Austen not a dystopic wasteland with small children present.
But The Road won a Pulitzer and I feel like everyone has read it and so I should too. So I bought it at the Book Sale and finally opened it up. So....as I rise and stand tottering in that cold autistic dark with my arms outheld for balance while the vestibular calculations in my skull crank out their reckonings....as Cormac says....I realize I can't do it. My vestibular calculations cranked away and when I have to spend that much time unraveling a sentence and ...it's in English, I feel safe in putting the book down.
Sadly as you can see above in the photo my brief time on the paths of feral fire in the coagulate sands did affect my looks somewhat. But imagine what I would look like if I read the whole book....and be thankful.
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