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A man and a child, father and son, no name. Pushing a cart full of the little that remained, along an American road. Journey’s end is invisible. About ten years before the world was destroyed by nuclear apocalypse that has turned him into a dark, cold, lifeless, inhabited by bands of desperadoes and marauders. There is no history and no future.Road Trips on the other ,It does not matter which link goes on which blog While they try in vain more heat to the southeast, the father tells his son to life. Remember his wife (who decided to commit suicide rather than fall victim to the horrors after the nuclear holocaust), and the child’s birth, which occurred during the war. All their belongings are in the cart, the food is scarce and must periodically venturing through the rubble looking for something to eat. Visit the boyhood home of his father and explore an abandoned supermarket where the children’s drinking for the first time a can of cola. When you meet a caravan of thieves is forced to kill the man who tried to kill a child’s life. After many tribulations reach the sea, but is now an expanse of gray water, even without the salty smell, and the temperature is not more lenient. Collect some items from an abandoned ship and continue the journey south, toward a possible salvation No list of things to do. Every day, sufficient to itself. Hourly. There is no after. The next is already here. All things of grace and beauty that we carry in our heart have a common origin in Pain. born from grief and ashes. Here, he whispered to the sleeping child. I have you. ”
A father and son, no name, no nothing that is not the indissoluble bond that unites them. There is nothing else: there is no longer the world, history, time, civilization, there are no more cities, homes, families, there is not even the sky – forever darkened, leaden “as the beginning of some cold glaucoma obfuscates the world. ” There is only the path along which to push their few possessions – a few blankets, a little canned food remains – rusted inside the cart in a supermarket. They move south towards the sea, from the heartland to the Gulf of Mexico, in search of hope for a little ‘heat and light. But what is open to you is a vast ocean and cold that has “the desolation of some alien sea that washes the shores of an unknown planet. Further out to sea, on the shoals created by the oil, a tanker ran aground.”
In new novel by Cormac McCarthy, The Road , an unspecified planetary disaster – possibly a nuclear war or a meteor hurled from the sky – has put an end to life on earth, all life, animal or plant, has been wiped out, the few survivors have no longer anything human, and through this vast wasteland in search of food as the walking dead. It does not matter if the “food” is another human being: cannibalism is just one of many horrors that the imagination unleashed McCarthy offers us, as there was no abyss, but only new words to decline an endless catalog of suffering. The disaster revealed the skeleton – how to survive an explosion if only the white and fleshless bones – of society, if not of nature, according to McCarthy, a brutal fight to overwhelm each other, in which human beings are sharply divided between executioners and victims, between cannibals and prey.
been ten years since that disaster, father and son managed to survive until now, but will not withstand another winter. The novel is the tale of the sad and desperate journey to the sea, the difficulties and the meetings that happen to them along the way, only occasionally punctuated by memories and dreams of man (especially on his wife – the mother of the child – who decides to kill himself rather than suffer further this hell).