im reading a book. every 2 years or so i decide that enough money has been wasted on trivial means of essential entertainment, such as movies or food, that i decide to see whats going on in the world of literature. that and im much too poor to pay for a decent means of fun. read- boozing. so ill head to the cornerstone book shop in my home town of salem ma and slap down the 15 bucks for some proper type.
its the road by cormac mccarthy. and yup its awesome. a post apocolyptic tale about a man and his boy heading across the desolate plains to the coast for... well im not sure yet. havent gotten that far. but im enjoying the ride so far. mccarthy is the feller who penned no country for old man, blood meridian, all the pretty horses to name a few. old man has been writing for over 45 years and it seems that he hits his stride with more firm gusto now than ever. he writes in staccato rhythms on legato themes and a barely there style of punctuation that im sure infuriates the olde guard, but leaves the reader breathless at each pages end.
its an awesome feeling getting back into reading pages bound with such a master leading the way. moreso its just awesome knowing that i can still read.