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THE ROAD by Cormac McCarthy
A sad man and his young son trudge across the burnt landscape of a world that has committed suicide in some ambiguous, possibly nuclear catastrophe. This could be Mad Max (roving gangs of cannibal punks, check), or it could be Samuel Beckett — it's certainly as thrilling as the one, and as emotionally costly as the other. McCarthy executes on his pulp sci-fi premise with total conviction. Just keep telling yourself: itŐs only a novel, it's only a novel...
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