Finally read The Road by Cormac McCarthy. I don't know if it's because I'm a parent, but this book haunts me in a way, even 2 months after finishing it. If you allow yourself to get engrossed in it, the fear and tension are almost palpable. I loved this book and am recommending it to everyone.
I went to the bookstore the other day...Had my hands on
The Road...because of your comments.
Put it back down...because of your comments.
Didn't think I was in the mood for a "haunting"-if-you're-a-parent type ride, you know? Lately I've been loving my kids a little too much or something...
Anyway, what I
did pick up was another Neal Stephenson book:
Anathem
Holy Store High In Transit! It's purt-near a thousand pages, and it makes my brain hurt, but it is a great, great read. And apparently, "They" are making a movie for this one. G'head, look it up.
It defies categorization. It's fiction, but as usual, its ideas are real, and mathematical, and philosophical...and a little romantic...and huge in scope...
I know I've probably painted myself as a Stephenson fanboy by now, but I honestly believe that he is the finest American author we've seen since...well, I don't know who or when. (Trying to cut down on my hyperbolic pronouncements lately.) I just know he makes me THINK. All the time. I dream in Stephensonian space. It's a little messed up, really, but...it be what it be.
Anyway, add
Anathem to
The Baroque Cycle and
Cryptonomicon in Stephenson's ARRCAL (Arsenal of Reasons He Rules Contemporary American Literature.)