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|Wow. What a book. I haven't read something this good in a long, long time. I know I'm a couple years late but Cormac McCarthy has without question written a masterpiece. It's a deceptively simple premise of a father and son trying to survive, but at the same time it's about so much more. Much better than No Country For Old Men, of which I'm also a big fan. It's post-apocalyptic setting (my second favorite sub-genre) provides no easy answers. Devastatingly bleak. A haunting examination of the human condition that pulls no punches. And yet amidst all the darkness and overwhelming odds, it offers the faintest flicker of hope. Its ending will move anyone who has half a heart. Based on that scene alone, I'm betting Viggo Mortensen wins Best Actor this year. But read the book before the film comes out in October. Even if you have, read it again. Take a journey and experience a Road that will stay with you long after the last page is turned.|
"Do you remember that little boy, Papa?
Yes. I remember him.
Do you think that he's all right that little boy?
Oh yes. I think he's all right.
Do you think he was lost?
No. I don't think he was lost.
I'm scared that he was lost.
I think he's all right.
But who will find him if he's lost? Who will find the little boy?
Goodness will find the little boy. It always has. It will again."
|Tags: The Road, Cormac McCarthy
|The Road Not Taken
|So I graduated on Saturday and this poem rings true, even though it has become a little cliché over the years.|
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
—Robert Frost (1916)
|Tags: The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost, Poem, Graduation