A father and his son walk alone through burned America.
Nothing moves in the ravaged landscape save the ash on the
wind. It is cold enough to crack stones, and when the snow
falls it is gray. They sky is dark. Their destination is the
coast, although they don’t know what, if anything, awaits
them there. They have nothing; just a pistol to defend
themselves against the lawless bands that stalk the road,
the clothes they are wearting, a cart of scavenged food—and
each other.
The Road is the profoundly moving story of a journey. It
boldly imagines a future in which no hope remains, but in
which the father and his son, “each the other’s world
entire,” are sustained by love. Awesome in the totality of
its vision, it is an unflinching meditation on the worst and
the best that we are capable of: ultimate destructiveness,
desperate tenacity, and the tenderness that keeps two people
alive in the face of total devastation.