I finished The Road--Cormac McCarthy's newest book--today. What a fucking depressing read. But extremely well done. McCarthy's style is deceptively simple (Hemingway'esque in many ways) and the story is bleak for most of the book. We follow two nameless protagonists--a father and son--through a desolate post-apocalyptic world of dust and nothingness. They have to avoid the "bad guys" who are willing to consume human flesh for survival and they rely on luck and their wits to secure food, water, and shelter.
While this one was extremely dark and heartwrenching (made me cry) it's also oddly hopeful.
Big thanks to T. for letting me borrow his copy.
Listening: "Waiting on the World to Change"...John Mayer
P.S. No idea what to read next. Maybe I'll finish The New York Trilogy. It's excellent, I'm just dragging out the goodness.