The Road

Talking about fatherhood, I suggest you the novel “The Road”, by Cormac McCarthy.

Father and child stumble across a nuclear desert avoiding contact with what remains of humanity. The landscape is gray, ashy and oppressive, colors survive only in dreams, or on the surface of a coke can skipped by looters. And from landscape, McCarthy lyrically diverts to hallucinated concerns on mankind. Occasionally I had to shut down the book, due to the anguish and pity overwhelming me: protect the child, because if he dies, life has no meaning at all.

In the meanwhile a movie version was shot, distributed in Italy only in 2010: too depressive. That witnesses how depressed my country is…