Popular book criticism of the “I-couldn’t-put-it-down” type is so nonchalantly hyperbolic these days that when you read a book that does actually inspire a physical reaction it comes as an alarming surprise. It happened to me last night when I finished Cormac McCarthy’s The Road which I think almost demands its own literary category: poem-novel, or something. I did actually have tears in my eyes at the end. It’s an extraordinary work and an extraordinary vision, and for McCarthy to have lived with the power of the vision expressed within must have been a psychic adventure. It’ll have you reaching for your CND badge even if, like me, you didn’t have one. It’s not “unputdownable”, no book is. But it’s bloody brilliant.
About Lloyd Shepherd
Lloyd is the author of The English Monster, The Poisoned Island, Savage Magic, and The Detective and The Devil. He lives in London, and only talks about himself in the third person for SEO purposes.