Book #92 of 2010
"Each the other’s world entire." — Cormac McCarthy, The Road
When I started reading this, this is what I knew: it was a post apocalyptic novel, it has rave reviews and I’d seen the movie’s poster but nothing else. I wish I hadn’t seen the poster, because I would’ve liked to imagine them on my own, but after getting into the book I managed to ignore Viggo’s gorgeous face and just fall into the words. One of my other gripes (and this has nothing to do with the book) is that I kept recalling I Am Legend, and drawing parallels between the “others”. So I did think of them as being capable of infecting people, etc for part of the book. When I realised my mistake I was horrified by it even more.
"What he could bear in the waking world he could not by night and he sat awake for fear the dream would return."
I really, really loved this book. It ripped my heart out. I could taste blood for part of it, it unsettled me so much. I started to re-examine my world and my actions, and every time I looked up from the page I felt like my life was a mirage.
"Borrowed time and borrowed world and borrowed eyes with which to sorrow it."
I sat up all night reading it, and I stopped about thirty pages from the end. I wanted to absorb it, and as dawn was breaking, I also wanted to sleep. I read the final pages when I woke up, and I was a little out of it for several hours. I was so shaken.
"Lying there in the dark with the uncanny taste of a peach from some phantom orchard fading in his mouth. He thought if he lived long enough the world at last would all be lost. Like the dying world the newly blind inhabit, all of it slowly fading from memory."
I couldn’t read another book for almost ten days. I tried, I started several great authors — but it didn’t really work. I needed time to recover. This really was an amazing book by an amazing author. I can’t wait to read more by him, although I would have to be careful about when I read him. I don’t think I could deal with that kind of gut-wrenching emotion if I were already upset.