Paperback, 306 pages
Langue : English
Publié 26 avril 2010 par Picador USA, imusti.
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. --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.
