Straight from the pen of Francis
The Road by Cormac McCarthy Cormac McCarthy
man and writer of the border has designed this book to go beyond the extreme limit: the apocalyptic beyond which plunged the earth and its civilization for unspecified reasons. Livid days without sun alternating with impenetrable darkness, rain, cold, fire and ash that chokes are the symbols of a nature that languishes lifeless and animals long since disappeared or been devoured by the few human survivors who are degraded by the imperative of survival to hunt their own kind of ferocity and cannibalism. In this environment awesome, walking with difficulty on a road that goes south from ghost towns and houses looted, a father and his little boy, pointing toward the coast, to escape the cold, food shortages and danger of their fellow "bad" . A supermarket trolley, a sheet of plastic, cans of food, a lighter, a gun with two cartridges are the wretched remains of an entire civilization and ironic, a few things that they should be picking up and dragging behind to survive in their transhumance to a place and time of a hoped-for rebirth. Because they both have the fire of life within, which jealously guard with the love of the parental relationship, which means that, despite insecurity, there is no room in the cart for a book of stories to read to the child and his toy truck. The desolation of that existence precarious and dangerous has emptied even the memory of life as it was. Only the glow of their inner flame lights up the memory of the boy's mother and wife of the man who abandoned them by suicide, not to lose hope with the substance of existence in person. He left the decision to repeat the same step with his son. But he does not give up and consumes his life undermined by the disease in a desperate struggle to bring the child to salvation. He died before he could, without even the awareness of this fragile thread of hope that l’autore ci lascia sotto forma di incontro del ragazzino con una comunità di uomini “buoni” che avviene poco dopo.
La scrittura di CMC è qui ancora più asciutta del solito, con dialoghi scarnificati fino all’essenzialità che la penuria delle forze esige. Ma la muta tenerezza e la sollecitudine dei gesti paterni aleggia nella desolazione ambientale, ben ripagata dalla tranquilla fiducia nel padre da parte del bambino . La poesia di quelle sommesse parole scambiate la si percepisce durante tutto l’incerto e pericoloso procedere, come un potente invisibile involucro che li avvolge e li rende capaci di sopportare l’interminabile sequela di sofferenze e tribolazioni, tenacemente determinati a non smarrirsi nella despair.
places have no name. The man has no name and likeness. The child has no name, only know him through the thin look of the distressed father. There is only one name: that of the old Ely. You could then look for keys to understanding this book without chapters.
With a key to philosophical one could say that the unnamed man, the eternal dualism, the principle of good struggling with an uncertain outcome against the principle of evil, because human life, the child without a name, do not subside of the enormous dark ages.
If the key is meant to be metaphysical one can see a biblical vision with the advent after the apocalypse a messiah, the child, who build his kingdom on the ruins of civilization on earth.
The third key would be to simply lay and evolutionist who reads this book as a visionary work that catapults the imagination in a scene from history that goes in cycles, with the selective force of the genes which allocates a generation to die after fulfilled its task is to try to bring the child to survive with its precious human genome (the fire inside). But if he has not been successful, perhaps a new cycle will restart if hidden in the depths of the gorge some survivors will be drawn on the char that bring back the code of life, older that of man.
