A father and his son walk alone through burned America. Nothing moves
in the ravaged landscape save the ash on the wind. It is cold enough to
crack stones, and when the snow falls it is gray. The sky is dark. Their
destination is the coast, although they don't know what, if anything,
awaits them there. They have nothing; just a pistol to defend themselves
against the lawless bands that stalk the road, the clothes they are
wearing, a cart of scavenged food—and each other.
The Road is the profoundly moving story of a journey. It boldly imagines a future in which no hope remains, but in which the father and his son, "each the other's world entire," are sustained by love. Awesome in the totality of its vision, it is an unflinching meditation on the worst and the best that we are capable of: ultimate destructiveness, desperate tenacity, and the tenderness that keeps two people alive in the face of total devastation.
The Road is the profoundly moving story of a journey. It boldly imagines a future in which no hope remains, but in which the father and his son, "each the other's world entire," are sustained by love. Awesome in the totality of its vision, it is an unflinching meditation on the worst and the best that we are capable of: ultimate destructiveness, desperate tenacity, and the tenderness that keeps two people alive in the face of total devastation.
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