The Road by Cormac McCarthy

I’m always a little skeptical of Pulitzer Prize winners. Don’t ask me why. Somewhat like I often disagree with the Oscar winners these days, I often think it is more about fashion than enduring literature. The Road deserves it though.

It’s desolate and unconsoling as a father and son trying to hang onto their fundamental humanity as they travel through a freezing, blighted apocalyptic wasteland that was once America. Only a pair of bullets in a revolver and a loaded down shipping cart with a few tins of food keeping them from death by starvation and protecting them from the marauders who haunt the road as they inch towards the coast.

Redemptive? Hard to say. But ultimately it is starkly and terribly beautiful in its vision.

I literally could not put it down and was up till 3.30 in the morning reading it.