We Truly Live in a Wondrous Age
By So, content at having picked up my copy of World War Z this afternoon, I’m wandering the internet and find this:
Cormac McCarthy sets his new novel, The Road, in a post-apocalyptic blight of gray skies that drizzle ash, a world in which all matter of wildlife is extinct, starvation is not only prevalent but nearly all-encompassing, and marauding bands of cannibals roam the environment with pieces of human flesh stuck between their teeth. If this sounds oppressive and dispiriting, it is. McCarthy may have just set to paper the definitive vision of the world after nuclear war, and in this recent age of relentless saber-rattling by the global powers, it’s not much of a leap to feel his vision could be not far off the mark nor, sadly, right around the corner.
Believe me when I tell you that there is very little in this world that could make me happier than the prospect of a post-apocalyptic nightmare novel written by Cormac McCarthy. I eagerly await the 26th of September.