The Road — by Cormac McCarthy

Cormac McCarthy’s Pulitzer Prize winning novel The Road is the post-apocalyptic story of a father and son and their journey across the future wasteland of America.

I’ve read quite a few novels that are set after the apocalypse. Where the end of the world has essentially happened—either by nuclear bomb, or virus, or climate change—and those few who survived struggle in the aftermath. So, there wasn’t anything new to me about the basic premise of the story. However, very few of those previous works were written by an author with as audacious a vocabulary and as nuanced a turn of phrase as Cormac McCarthy.

His language is very spare and direct, and yet he uses words and sentence constructions that are incredibly rich and indelible.

The horrors that the two main characters endure, and the harsh decisions they must from time to time make are depicted in distinctly compelling prose. And believe me, they do come across some horrors.

If I do have a reservation about the novel at all it stems from a single passage on page 87 that seems to me to be written by a different narrator than the others. I don’t know if I am simply not understanding this passage, or if there is a mistake, but where the rest of the novel appears to be told in third-person narrative fashion, this passage is told in first-person. So, like I say, it may simply be an error or something. Maybe someone forgot to find-replace the instances of “I” to “he.” But that reservation is minor, and I enjoyed the book very much.

The trade paperback edition I read was 287 pages long, but the typeface is large and there is a lot of white space on the page. Certainly no one should be intimidated by the length.

This is the first novel I have read by Cormac McCarthy, but I will now strongly consider reading some of his other novels. I hope that, if you choose to read it, you enjoy it as much as I did.

Bicycle sharing comes to DC

Starting next month, people here will be able to rent a bicycle day and night with the swipe of a membership card.

This is from the New York Times discussing a new program in Washington D.C. I’ve heard about similar programs before, but wasn’t aware that none of them were in the US. It’s about time a program like this was launched. Good luck to them.

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A rather large house, gardens, and some wine

The Biltmore house was amazing, the weather was perfect, the gardens were beautiful and blooming with lots of spring flowers, and we had a terrific day out of work. I took some pictures, and I’ll try to post at least some of them later.

Here’s a list of things seen and heard during the day:

  • Prisoners working on the side of the interstate collecting trash. They were followed by a trailer carrying a porta-potty.
  • A song by the band Man Man called “The Ballad of the Butter Beans”
  • A hiker walking along I-40 with a backpack; he was 119 miles from Asheville
  • A sign for the “Iredell” county-line. I find this name memorable for some reason. I think it is the fusing of the disparate words “Ire” and “Dell” into one word that attracts me.
  • More prisoners
  • Cows sleeping, or at least lying down, in a dirt field.
  • A water tower with a little roof. (I sketched this quickly in my notepad) img-0296.jpg
  • A trailer loaded with canoes
  • A sign at exit 133 labeled “Attractions” with no attractions listed, just an empty field of blue
  • A girl driving a Prius with a bouquet of yellow flowers sprouting from her dashboard
  • Marcella said, “I always like a band that has a xylophone” while listening to some more of Man Man
  • A junkyard full of cars on a dirt hillside, the cars were gleaming with dented and smashed chrome
  • The Eastern Continental Divide
  • Lots and lots of blooming, greening trees
  • A great big house with some very cool rooms, such as…
  • Library
  • Banquet
  • Halloween (yes, there is a room they call the Halloween room—awesome)
  • Stone hallway in the basement
  • Main hallway with the waist high bookshelves filled with cool books and the seemingly endless parade of engravings of people
  • Observatory
  • Indoor pool
  • Many engravings by Albrecht Dürer
  • Paintings by John Singer Sargent
  • A chess set once owned by Napoleon
  • Bicyclists on trails crisscrossing the landscape
  • Blue Sky
  • Five different wines tasted…
  • Pinot Grigio (white)
  • Century (white)
  • Festival of Flowers (rosé)
  • Pinot Noir (red) (my favorite of the five)
  • Syrah (red)
  • A sign for “Old Fort” which we promptly misread as “Old Fart.” This sign was above another one labeled simply “Bed and Breakfast.” So we giggled for a while about the prospect of staying the night at Old Fart’s B & B.
  • An auto dealership amusingly and confusingly named “Rooster Bush”

A day for a drive

Marcella and I have the day off today. The plan is to drive to Asheville to visit the Biltmore House. This is one of those things to do that has always been there, always been an option, and that I just have never done. So I’m looking forward to it.

Years ago I did visit The Breakers, which was the Vanderbilt family’s summer cottage up in Rhode Island. It was plenty impressive. I’m wondering how the Biltmore house stacks up after all the hype.

I think it should be a good day for me and Marcella, the weather is supposed to be in the low 80’s and sunshiney—a good day for a drive, and we’ve got plenty of music and podcasts loaded onto our iPods to listen to.

I’ll try and post a followup either later tonight or tomorrow morning.