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McCarthy's tale of a father and son roving about the country post nuclear war. Wandering among desolate cities, boarded up structures, ravaged shelters and the like, the duo go from one desperate location to the next, all in an attempt to stay ahead or away from various lurkers, cannibals, and scavengers who also roam this apocalyptic scene. What amazed me about this book, is that it forced me to reflect on two distinct viewpoints: A. FATHER. I reflected upon the world as it is now with the great many freedoms and natural resources that exist here and wondered what it would actually be like under the circumstances that McCarthy imagines. Does McCarthy paint an accurate picture? I was thus identifying in tandem with McCarthy's father character in the story as we are told that he and his now deceased wife experienced the nuclear event together. B. CHILD. Much of the novel is told from the perspective of the son who was actually born following the apocalyptic event. As such, I found it difficult not to identify with the honest and heartbreaking experiences of the child--and reflect on what it would be like to be this child having not experienced the bounties of a world like ours. Were men like this before? Why are they like this now? If hope even exists, does the child have more or less hope than the father? +++ “Imagine a world where everything is gone and your chance of living depends on how fast you can outrun someone dead-set on eating you for dinner.”