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The Road has been hailed by critics as a masterpiece. The novel paints a bleak vision of a post-apocalyptic America; a land where no hope remains. A man and his son walk alone towards the coast, and this is the moving story of their journey. The Road is an unflinching exploration of human behaviour – from ultimate destructiveness to extreme tenderness.
Cormac McCarthy: The Road (Abridged)
When he woke in the woods in the dark…
On the far side of the river valley…
They bore on south in the days and weeks to follow…
The weather lifted and the cold and they came at last…
Three nights later in the foothills of the eastern mountains…
He woke toward the morning…
It took four more days.…
When the bridge came in sight below them…
The clocks stopped at 1.17.
Something woke him.
They came to an old iron bridge in the woods…
They pushed the cart through the woods…
In the morning they came up out of the ravine…
The boy was sitting on the steps…
He'd come to see a message in each such late history…
When day broke he pushed his way out…
They'd had no food and little sleep in five days…
They tore through the house to the front door…
Across the fields to the south…
In the mudroom off the kitchen…
The boy hung on to his coat…
They walked through the streets…
The bunker was walled with concrete block…
He brought the frying pan from the stove…
When he woke again he thought the rain had stopped…
Late in the day following…
They bivouacked in the woods…
In the early afternoon they spread their tarp…
He'd slept little in weeks.
In the late afternoon it began to rain.
Beyond a crossroads in that wilderness…
The country went from pine to liveoak…
They slept more and more.
They ate slowly out of bone china bowls…
They ate more sparingly.
In the morning he rekindled the fire…
He was half expecting some horror…
They hurried down the beach against the light…
In the first dull light he rose…
He got dressed and they set out down the beach…
In the morning he built a fire…
In two days time they were walking the beach…
In the morning they ate and set out…
In the morning it was raining…
They'd begun to come upon dead windfalls of pinetrees…
When he woke in the woods in the dark…