La strada

Un uomo e un bambino, padre e figlio, senza nome. Spingono un carrello, pieno del poco che è rimasto, lungo una strada americana. La fine del viaggio è invisibile. Circa dieci anni prima il mondo è stato distrutto da un'apocalisse nucleare che lo ha trasformato in un luogo buio, freddo, senza vita, abitato da bande di disperati e predoni. Non c'è storia e non c'è futuro. Mentre i due cercano invano più calore spostandosi verso sud, il padre racconta la propria vita al figlio. Ricorda la moglie (che decise di suicidarsi piuttosto che cadere vittima degli orrori successivi all'olocausto nucleare) e la nascita del bambino, avvenuta proprio durante la guerra. Tutti i loro averi sono nel carrello, il cibo è poco e devono periodicamente avventurarsi tra le macerie a cercare qualcosa da mangiare. Visitano la casa d'infanzia del padre ed esplorano un supermarket abbandonato in cui il figlio beve per la prima volta un lattina di cola. Quando incrociano una carovana di predoni l'uomo è costretto a ucciderne uno che aveva attentato alla vita del bambino. Dopo molte tribolazioni arrivano al mare; ma è ormai una distesa d'acqua grigia, senza neppure l'odore salmastro, e la temperatura non è affatto più mite. Raccolgono qualche oggetto da una nave abbandonata e continuano il viaggio verso sud, verso una salvezza possibile... Cormac McCarthy's tenth novel, The Road, is his most harrowing yet deeply personal work. Some unnamed catastrophe has scourged the world to a burnt-out cinder, inhabited by the last remnants of mankind and a very few surviving dogs and fungi. The sky is perpetually shrouded by dust and toxic particulates; the seasons are merely varied intensities of cold and dampness. Bands of cannibals roam the roads and inhabit what few dwellings remain intact in the woods. Through this nightmarish residue of America a haggard father and his young son attempt to flee the oncoming Appalachian winter and head towards the southern coast along carefully chosen back roads. Mummified corpses are their only benign companions, sitting in doorways and automobiles, variously impaled or displayed on pikes and tables and in cake bells, or they rise in frozen poses of horror and agony out of congealed asphalt. The boy and his father hope to avoid the marauders, reach a milder climate, and perhaps locate some remnants of civilization still worthy of that name. They possess only what they can scavenge to eat, and the rags they wear and the heat of their own bodies are all the shelter they have. A pistol with only a few bullets is their only defense besides flight. Before them the father pushes a shopping cart filled with blankets, cans of food and a few other assets, like jars of lamp oil or gasoline siphoned from the tanks of abandoned vehicles—the cart is equipped with a bicycle mirror so that they will not be surprised from behind. Through encounters with other survivors brutal, desperate or pathetic, the father and son are both hardened and sustained by their will, their hard-won survivalist savvy, and most of all by their love for each other. They struggle over mountains, navigate perilous roads and forests reduced to ash and cinders, endure killing cold and freezing rainfall. Passing through charred ghost towns and ransacking abandoned markets for meager provisions, the pair battle to remain hopeful. They seek the most rudimentary sort of salvation. However, in The Road, such redemption as might be permitted by their circumstances depends on the boy’s ability to sustain his own instincts for compassion and empathy in opposition to his father’s insistence upon their mutual self-interest and survival at all physical and moral costs. The Road was the winner of the 2006 Pulitzer Prize for Literature. ([source][1]) [1]: https://www.cormacmccarthy.com/works/the-road/ In a novel set in an indefinite, futuristic, post-apocalyptic world, a father and his young son make their way through the ruins of a devastated American landscape, struggling to survive and preserve the last remnants of their own humanity