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Loading... ▾Recommendations LibraryThing recommendationsMember recommendations- lmichet recommends The Drowned World by J. G. Ballard
- klarusu recommends Far North by Marcel Theroux, "Far North is less harrowing than The Road but equally thought provoking"
- psybre recommends Earth Abides by George R. Stewart, "Earth Abides, a classic post-apocalyptic novel published in 1949, is a bit less dark, and as an ecological fable, contains more science than The Road. (see more) When pondering to read The Road again, read this book instead."
- Boohradley recommends Parable of the Sower by Octavia E. Butler, "There are a lot of similarities between the plot of this book and The Road. In Parable of the Sower an adolescent girl, who suffers from hyper-empathy, (see more) makes a long journey in hope of survival in a hostile, post-apocalyptic world."
- PDcastello recommends I Am Legend by Richard Matheson, "Same type of small and silent epic"
- Stbalbach recommends The Painted Bird by Jerzy Kosinski, "Kosinski & McCarthy were born 5 weeks apart in 1933 and were ages 6-12 during WWII. Both books are dark violent fables told from a child's view."
- dhoyt recommends A Wrinkle in the Skin by John Christopher, "A much better father and son story in a post-apocalyptic world."
- gonzobrarian recommends The Stone Gods by Jeanette Winterson
- goodiegoodie recommends Oryx and Crake by Margaret Atwood
- goodiegoodie recommends A Canticle for Leibowitz by Walter M. Miller
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When he woke in the woods in the dark and the cold of the night he'd reach out to touch the child sleeping beside him. | |
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He'd not have thought the value of the smallest thing predicated on a world to come. It surprised him. That the space which these things occupied was itself an expectation (149). From daydreams on the road there was no waking. He plodded on. He could remember everything of her save her scent. Seated in a theatre with her beside him leaning forward listening to the music. Gold scrollwork and sconces and the tall columnar folds of the drapes at either side of the stage. She held his hand in her lap and he could feel the tops of her stockings through the thin stuff of her summer dress. Freeze this frame. Now call down your dark and your cold and be damned. He pulled the boy closer. Just remember that the things you put into your head are there forever, he said. You might want to think about that.
You forget some things, don't you?
Yes. You forget what you want to remember and you remember what you want to forget. It took two days to cross that ashen scabland. The road beyond fell away on every side. It's snowing, the boy said. He looked at the sky. A single gray flake sifting down. He caught it in his hand and watched it expire there like the last host of christendom. He thought if he lived long enough the world at last would be lost. Like the dying world the newly blind inhabit, all of it slowly fading from memory. On this road there are no godspoke men. They are gone and I am left and they have taken with them the world. Query: how does the never to be differ from what never was? All things of grace and beauty such that one holds them to one's heart have a common provenance in pain. Their birth in grief and ashes. There is no God and we are his prophets. | |
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▾Common Knowledge (short form) | Canonical title | The Road | | Original publication date | 2006-09-26 | | People/Characters | the man, the boy, Wells, Loretta, Ely, the thief | | Important places | USA, southeastern North America | | Important events | The Apocalypse, nuclear winter | | Awards and honors | Pulitzer Prize (Fiction, 2007), James Tait Black Memorial Prize (Fiction, 2006), National Book Critics Circle Award finalist (2006), Oprah's Book Club selection (March 28, 2007), SF Site Editor's Choice (2006), Guardian 1000 (Science Fiction & Fantasy) (show all 8), Time Magazine's Best Books of the Year (2006.8|Best Book (3) 2006), ALA Outstanding Books for the College Bound (2009.3|Literature & Language Arts, 2009) | | Dedication | This book is dedicated to John Francis McCarthy | | First words | When he woke in the woods in the dark and the cold of the night he'd reach out to touch the child sleeping beside him. | | Quotations | He'd not have thought the value of the smallest thing predicated on a world to come. It surprised him. That the space which these things occupied was itself an expectation (149)., From daydreams on the road there was no waking. He plodded on. He could remember everything of her save her scent. Seated in a theatre with her beside him leaning forward listening to the music. Gold scrollwork and sconces an... (show all)d the tall columnar folds of the drapes at either side of the stage. She held his hand in her lap and he could feel the tops of her stockings through the thin stuff of her summer dress. Freeze this frame. Now call down your dark and your cold and be damned., He pulled the boy closer. Just remember that the things you put into your head are there forever, he said. You might want to think about that.
You forget some things, don't you?
Yes. You forget what you want to rememb... (show all)er and you remember what you want to forget., It took two days to cross that ashen scabland. The road beyond fell away on every side. It's snowing, the boy said. He looked at the sky. A single gray flake sifting down. He caught it in his hand and watched it expire there ... (show all)like the last host of christendom., He thought if he lived long enough the world at last would be lost. Like the dying world the newly blind inhabit, all of it slowly fading from memory., On this road there are no godspoke men. They are gone and I am left and they have taken with them the world. Query: how does the never to be differ from what never was?, All things of grace and beauty such that one holds them to one's heart have a common provenance in pain. Their birth in grief and ashes., There is no God and we are his prophets. | | Last words | (Click to show. Warning: May contain spoilers.)In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery. | | Blurbers | Shepard, Sam | | Description | The Road follows a man and a boy, father and son, journeying together for many months across a desolate, post-apocalyptic landscape, some years – the period of time almost the same as the age of the boy – after a great, u... (show all)nexplained cataclysm. |
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The Road follows a man and a boy, father and son, journeying together for many months across a desolate, post-apocalyptic landscape, some years – the period of time almost the same as the age of the boy – after a great, unexplained cataclysm. | |
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