The Road grabbed my attention for the very beginning. A father and a son are traveling by foot down the road. He’s pushing a cart. As I’d not read the cover (I listened to the book), I wondered, “Are they homeless?” Slowly details begin to emerge about this post-apocalyptic world. They’re heading south, trying to beat the winter, trying to reach the sea. The world is dark and dead. Even at midday, the sky is gray and the air filled with ash. They cover their mouths with cloth, moving on, keeping a constant outlook for trouble. The road is a dangerous place and there are those who have resorted to cannibalism to survive. When someone comes along on the road or when they make their camp at night, they hid. Danger is never far away.
There is no doubt that the father loves his son and is willing to sacrifice for him. When he finds a treat, such as packaged drink mix, he insists the boy enjoy it. In this dark world, little things are special. When they find a bunker with lots of canned food, they have a feast and the father heats water and gives his son a bath in a tub, a luxury the boy has never experienced. There is something special about the boy. The father keeps telling him he’s carrying the fire and despite such a gloomy world, it seems to be true for goodness seems to flow from the boy.
I enjoyed this book. Although there are horrific elements in it, The Road has given me much to ponder.