Weight of darkness teased by scents of light. What was the purpose? To get there. Oh. So there is a reason for the journey? Sure. Okay. I just wondered. Oh. Literary feet wrapped in metaphor. Coughing over the tyranny of the road. Footprints in ashes vanishing with each step. Wondering. Breathing Papa’s protection underneath the evil smelling blanket. Are we going to die? Not today. Maybe soon? Maybe. Okay.
I loved the discussion. I loved the style of the writing. I hated the story. With a structure unlike any I’ve ever experienced, Cormac McCarthy masterfully sequences a compelling tenderness within a wicked journey by a father and his son in an apocalyptic tomorrow. No names, short sentences and plotless, It was grayscale punctuated by explosions of literary grandeur, each one a new siren leaping at you and almost instantly evaporating leaving you breathless, and seducing you into the hunt for the next. Rick, is it one you’d recommend? Of course. Okay.
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Investing our lives in the lives of those who've been marginalized - focusing on Africa . . .
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- Rick Gregory
- Huntington Beach, California, United States
- "Africance" Living for significance, focused on Africa. At 50, I decided that I wanted to be sure I was "investing" my life rather than simply "spending" it. That began a journey that took us to Uganda in the Summer of 2005, to Burkina Faso in March of 2008 and now to Sudan, working alongside some of the "lost boys of Sudan," who have a vision to make a difference in their home towns and country.
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