Almost two years ago I read Cormac McCarthy’s THE ROAD end to end in a weekend. I couldn’t stop reading it. Last thursday Kate and I took a day trip to Grenoble and I once again lost self-control and saw the movie by myself at 1:15 in the afternoon. I was there with two elderly couples and one other single person. It was a lonely theater. I loved the book and movie and have been trying to explain my fascination. Why am I so charmed by dismal, post-apocalyptic fantasies?
I don’t want to give away too much plot, but essentially THE ROAD is about a man and son traveling through some part of the US after some world-ending phenomenon has killed all life on the planet. Everything is gray and desolate. Viggo Mortenson, playing the father, needs to be a super-survivalist and push through hell to keep his son alive. Everything they do, save for a few enjoyable moments, is simply to survive. The story asks the obvious question (why live?) many times, and provides a variety of answers. Some decide not to while others do so at all costs, including losing their humanity.
THE ROAD provides a situation where one must decide to live everyday. Destination and past are not important. How you live through today is important and you must confront ‘why to live’ in order to have enough steam to live through tomorrow. I think this is why I’m interested in finding the roots of my food, learning to build shelter, make fire, sanitize water, preserve fruits, and hunt. I think those activities bring me closer to the decision of living. It is easy to live now, for employable urbanized people in the developed world. Although easy, I think most of that life is of low quality (think food, healthcare, education…). Instead, I think using my hands to grow vegetables, care for chickens and write this blog are high quality things to do. If my life is full of quality, then it should be lived. On to tomorrow…





