The Road

The Road - Cormac McCarthy I don’t care about the plot if I don’t like the writing. In the case of this book, I quickly figured out that the writing style was not my cup of tea so I tried to make the best of the rest.

Well, I failed miserably. And, I mean, I really feel like there is something I am missing here, something that is eluding my sensitivity or my intelligence. So many people I respect loved The Road. There must be more to it.

Alas, all I found on these pages was basic, fragmented language; abused punctuation; repetitive and robotic action; a lack of context and purpose, and a view of an apocalyptic world too simplistic for my tastes. The abundance of dialogues like this: It was harder going even than he would have guessed. In an hour they'd made
perhaps a mile. He stopped and looked back at the boy. The boy stopped and
waited.
You think we're going to die, dont you?
I dont know.
We're not going to die.
Okay.
But you dont believe me.
I dont know.
Why do you think we're going to die?
I dont know.
Stop saying I dont know.
Okay.
Why do you think we're going to die?
We dont have anything to eat.
We'll find something.
Okay.
How long do you think people can go without food?
I dont know.
But how long do you think?
Maybe a few days.
And then what? You fall over dead?
Yes.
Well you dont. It takes a long time. We have water. That's the most important
thing. You dont last very long without water.
Okay.
But you dont believe me.
� I dont know.
He studied him. Standing there with his hands in the pockets of the outsized
pinstriped suitcoat.
Do you think I lie to you?
No.
But you think I might lie to you about dying.
Yes.
Okay. I might. But we're not dying.
Okay.
didn’t help the cause.