One of the things I got with my holiday gift cards is a copy of The Road by Cormac McCarthy. I’m halfway through it, and it really is excellent — descriptions of horrifying events in beautiful, poetic language. It reminds me of Deliverance by James Dickey in that respect.
I don’t know if I can or should finish this book. I don’t know where the story is going, but it’s so bleak that I can’t imagine it will end well. If the ending is only bleak I can handle that, but if it turns into a wallow in heart-wrenching despair, it’ll be a devastatingly effective wallow, and I really don’t need that right now. I don’t need to have the author rip my guts out and leave them on the floor while he walks away.
Listen up, Pulitzer Prize committee: If this book pushes me over the edge, I’m coming after you.