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A Nice Cup Of Tea And A Book: The Road

Posted on | January 8, 2010 | 6 Comments

This one arrived today. Cormac McCarthy’s The Road.

I’m hoping to get to see the film next week – weather permitting – and I really wanted to read the book before I did.

The postie brought this at lunchtime and, bad father that I am, I bundled my daughter into the next room to rot her brain watching TV while I sat in the kitchen and made a start on The Road.  It was either that or read aloud to her and I think TV is probably the lesser to those two particular evils.

I’ve hit the halfway mark (despite my child selfishly interrupting me a number of times for things like food) and can report that it’s an extraordinary read.

At the risk of sounding a bit wanky, the prose is unembellished to the point of being stark – and all but the most essential punctuation is absent – but it’s certainly no less beautiful or disturbing for it. This is my first McCarthy, but I believe he writes like this in some (all?) of his other novels.

Anyway, wankiness aside, The Road has been distressing, haunting, riveting so far and I’m certain the second half will continue to ratchet things up.

Looking forward to it immensely.  It may need another cup of tea though.

Oh, I’m also impressed by how many synonyms for ‘grey’ he has found.

For those interested in such things, Joe Penhall – who adapted it for the screen – writes about it here.  Someone I follow tweeted this link but I’m afraid I can’t remember who. Sorry I can’t credit you. Rest assured you are in my thoughts though – vaguely, anyway.


Gerry Hayes

Gerry Hayes

I mostly sit around all day and drink tea. Occasionally, I write stuff and send it to strangers so they can humiliate me and deride my efforts. Other than the self-harm to dull the shame of failure, it's not a bad life. Like I say, there's tea.

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