There is no God and we are his prophets.
I knew it would be dark and bloody. The Road by Cormac McCarthy is one sad beast. I was crying last night when I finished it, I admit, just like oprah. Mainly because the father is so good and so ashamed of the world he's left his son. I don't have children yet and I can still feel the weight of that grief. The man wants the boy to feel hopeful and meaningful; but the man is no longer certain that he, himself, feels those things. McCarthy is brave to blaze the road through such bleak terrain, and it is a punishing book, but it's the way he makes you believe in the father's love that makes it so good. The man's mission (he does become sort of a self-styled messiah, as Michael Chabon says in this good essay)may be insane but it's also inspiring. I'm sure oprah will say the same thing when she speaks to McCarthy on her show on June 5th. Ha. I'm gonna watch. How embarrassing.