“He lay listening to the water drip in the woods. Bedrock, this. The cold and the silence. The ashes of the late world carried on the bleak and temporal winds to and fro in the void. Carried forth and scattered and carried forth again. Everything uncoupled from its shoring. Unsupported in the ashen air. Sustained by a breath, trembling and brief. If only my heart were stone” (11).
This book tells the story of a nameless man and his nameless son, who are living in a post-apocalyptic landscape of the former United States.
I chose that quote above because it gives you an idea of the devastation and sadness of the man and the world around him.
The destruction of the land and life are told through McCarthy’s own unique style of writing. I had a hard time getting used to it and had to re-read passages many times to make sure that I understood the true meaning of them. The best part of his writing is the imagery he uses and his technique to describe things in detail.
I'm on page 176 right now and I seriously can't put the book down. So far, the man in the story mentions God many times, by questioning Him, and asking if He is really there. I can relate to him, because for awhile now I've been wondering the exact same thing. There is a something spiritual about the man’s way of thinking and it has definitely hooked me.
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