![]() His mother committed suicide rather than face the unspeakable horror. The son was born on the cusp of whatever has happened-apocalypse? holocaust?-and has never known anything else. The father dimly remembers the world as it was and occasionally dreams of it. Foraging through the wasteland are a father and son, neither named (though the son calls the father “Papa”). A great fire has left the country covered in layers of ash and littered with incinerated corpses. Where much of McCarthy’s fiction has been set in the recent past of the South and West, here he conjures a nightmare of an indeterminate future. ![]() McCarthy ( No Country for Old Men, 2005, etc.) pushes his thematic obsessions to their extremes in a parable that reads like Night of the Living Dead as rewritten by Samuel Beckett. Even within the author’s extraordinary body of work, this stands as a radical achievement, a novel that demands to be read and reread. ![]()
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