I'm about to start The Road by Cormac McCarthy.
I noticed you're also reading
On the Road--a good antidote.
Well, I just finished
The Road, by Cormac McCarthy. I quickly got hooked, and by the end I was just crying, crying.
To get over it, it helped to go into a convenience store and buy some stuff.
Also, to over-eat a little. Then I was also nervously checking my kid. It's ok, he's alright.
Afterward, living in boring suburban paradise never seemed sweeter.
If being a parent feels like a lonely journey, then you can easily enter into this world--a lonely journey to end all. I found the conversations between father and son just devastating. That complete, scary rapport.
The writing is beautiful--maybe too much so--which helps offset the bleakness.
But the scenario is all too possible. Not likely, but possible.