Paperback, 287 pages
Langue : English
Publié 11 novembre 2006 par Vintage International.
The searing, post-apocalyptic novel about a father and son’s fight to survive.
A father and his son walk alone through burned America. Nothing moves in the ravaged landscape save the ash on the wind. It is cold enough to crack stones, and when the snow falls it is gray. The sky is dark. Their destination is the coast, although they don’t know what, if anything, awaits them there. They have nothing; just a pistol to defend themselves against the lawless bands that stalk the road, the clothes they are wearing, a cart of scavenged food—and each other.
The Road is the profoundly moving story of a journey. It boldly imagines a future in which no hope remains, but in which the father and his son, “each the other’s world entire,” are sustained by love. Awesome in the totality of its vision, it is an unflinching meditation on the worst and …
The searing, post-apocalyptic novel about a father and son’s fight to survive.
A father and his son walk alone through burned America. Nothing moves in the ravaged landscape save the ash on the wind. It is cold enough to crack stones, and when the snow falls it is gray. The sky is dark. Their destination is the coast, although they don’t know what, if anything, awaits them there. They have nothing; just a pistol to defend themselves against the lawless bands that stalk the road, the clothes they are wearing, a cart of scavenged food—and each other.
The Road is the profoundly moving story of a journey. It boldly imagines a future in which no hope remains, but in which the father and his son, “each the other’s world entire,” are sustained by love. Awesome in the totality of its vision, it is an unflinching meditation on the worst and the best that we are capable of: ultimate destructiveness, desperate tenacity, and the tenderness that keeps two people alive in the face of total devastation. (back cover)
What's left when nothing's left? This book hardly gives the answer. Or maybe it does, but I don't like that answer. I knew what kind of road this novel takes a reader to, yet afterwards I kept being haunted by some of the scenes. Don't read it when you're hopeful and want to keep feeling that way. Read it when you feel ready to take a look at somewhere really dark.
Je ne me risquerai pas à une critique de La Route, tant elles sont nombreuses et dithyrambiques.
Ce n'est pas de la science-fiction. Ce n'est pas une dystopie. Ce n'est pas de la poésie. Ce n'est pas un thriller. Ce n'est pas un roman d'aventure. Ce n'est pas une réflexion philosophique. Sans classement possible, c'est un peu de tout cela à la fois.
