More like poetry than prose.

A beautiful portrait of fatherhood. McCarthy’s prose style and character sketches are sparse yet imbued with warmth and nobility. The apocalypse depicted seems to be none of the expected, human-created scenarios but the result is the same, the slow inevitable winding down of the world. Set against that a father’s role as protector of his son is an almost holy mission. An heartbreaking aperture from which to view all fathers and sons.