A work of genius and among the top ten best books I have ever read. One of two books to make me cry on the subway (Stone Butch Blues being the other).
It is, of course, legendarily, unrelentingly, bleak.
The story of a man and his son trying to survive in a post apocalyptic world where violence, death from exposure, and starvation always lurk around the corner. The father tries desperately to both keep his son alive and hold onto what’s left of their humanity and as they face barbaric choice after barbaric choice. It isn’t easy reading, but its profoundly moving, and I think in the end, inspiring.
I, for one, admire the man for going on, in spite of everything, surviving for the sake of another day. Others may think this mad. That it would be better to die than to suffer like this. But I disagree.
Beckett’s line “I can’t go on, I’ll go on” could be the father’s motto. It could also be mine.