"Heaven is under our feet as well as over our heads"... What would it be like if the heaven under our feet were destroyed, and the forests that Thoreau sauntered through for inspiration no longer existed? Suppose that the heavens above were somehow shrouded from us by a dust-filled gray haze and all we had left were a few precious sparks inside us. Could we maintain hope under such extreme duress?
Cormac McCarthy's masterful new novel The Road is the simple story of a father and his son, about 10, traveling on foot in search of warmer climes, food, and safety, trying to survive the effects of an unexplained catastrophe that had scorched the entire earth just before the boy was born, killing billions, leaving the land barren of plant and animal life, coating everything exposed and permeating the atmosphere with gray ash that is now blocking the sun and chilling the land. To make matters even worse, the other survivors they briefly encounter and try to avoid have devolved into squalor, brutality and cannibalism.
The story is told with poetic cadence using figurative language and description to great effect. The poetry serves a twofold purpose: as a vehicle that gently propels the reader through the otherwise depressing and tragic scenario but also as a constant reminder that there is beauty in our own world- in nature, music, art, love and, indeed, poetry.... and though there is precious little heaven on earth in the story itself, we are fed bits and pieces, especially in the relationship between the boy and father. However tired and desperate and suffering, they manage to maintain a fragile but real love... the story is about death and dying but it's also about the bravery of maintaining a sense of spirit and decency even under the most trying circumstances- a poignant message in our both endangered and dangerous world.
~Matt