thatotherperv

so, I just finished reading McCarthy's The Road.

you know it's a bad sign when you finish a book and stare at it with horror for a prolonged amount of time afterward. not because the content of the book was horrifying (it was, effectively so) but because you can't imagine for all the fucking diamonds in blood-soaked africa how it managed to dodge any and all bad reviews. seriously. I googled till I could google no more. usually there's at least *someone* calling a spade a spade.

I'm going to post a full review later, because I seriously need to share my detailed opinion with *someone*, haha. I have righteous and snotty outrage that must be vented.

in the meantime, to make myself better I went searching for intelligent negative reviews on amazon.com, since the critics' noses were all covered with shit. and this one, oh this one, my people. made me snerk something large and unpleasant out my nose.

if you're extremely sensitive about bad things happening to fluffy creatures, the metaphorical language of the review is probably not for you ;)

"The Road" is a story about a bunny that gets thrown into a blender. There is no explanation for how this comes to pass, just a vivid and horrifyingly believable account of the subsequent event. The bunny is cute and innocent, with all of the good qualities we normally associate with bunnies, although it is never given a name. The terrified bunny tries valiantly to hop away from the blades, but ultimately, it is getting ground to bits. The book ends before the bunny is actually completely dead, but there is no hand waiting to turn off the switch. Maybe there will be a power failure.

Some people take away from this story an uplifting message of the goodness of the bunny contrasted with the evil of the menacing blades. Some are inspired by the bunny's determination to escape in spite of the hopelessness of the circumstance. I just see a bunny in a blender.