The Road, Appaloosa and Perceval Press

51O8Swnf5GL__SL500_AA240_ 51INCt-LQpL__SL160_AA115_ After hearing the wonderful remarks by Michael Connelly at CrimeFest, I just had to buy The Scarecrow, which is just out in the UK and on sale at £9.49 at my ever-reliable (if troubled) Sussex Stationers. (It's £12.99 in W.H. Smith, and £18.99 at full price.) While I was there, I saw a haunting object (right). Not purchased yet, but I suspect it will not be long. I also have to confess to buying a reduced-price DVD (left) while in HMV to purchase City of Ember (based on the popular (at Petrona Towers) book and subsequent sequel and prequel by Jeanne DuPrau) and some sorority flick of instantly forgettable title for certain family members. Returning to my illustrations: spot the connection. Here is the beautiful Perceval Press, and here is its Wikipedia entry, which links to some newspaper articles about the company. Even in such difficult times, a site and enterprise like this gives one hope for the world.


6 thoughts on “The Road, Appaloosa and Perceval Press

  1. I think your admiration for Perceval Press might have some thing to do with a certain Viggo.

  2. If I correctly understand your posting, the “haunting object” you refer to is THE ROAD by Cormac McCarthy, but I also understand you have not yet acquired a copy. When you do, prepare to be shaken to your core by one of the most effective post-apocalyptic novels of all time; more importantly, though, you will at the same time be affected by one of the most moving portrayals you will ever encounter in which the bond between parent and child is the central theme. I hope I haven’t offered anything resembling a “spoiler,” so now go ahead and get yourself a copy of THE ROAD and prepare to be astonished.

  3. Postscript: Here, Maxine, to further whet your curiosity is a cut-and-paste edition of my review of THE ROAD, which I wrote for BOOKLOONS, a Canadian book review site:
    First, before I talk specifically about Cormac McCarthy’s powerful new novel, The Road, let me offer some background comments.
    In contemporary American literature, McCarthy stands out as perhaps the most important writer currently working. Underscoring that opinion, the perceptive and prolific literary critic Harold Bloom says in How to Read and Why that McCarthy is literature’s ‘worthy disciple of both Melville and Faulkner.’ Moreover, says Bloom, the ‘relevance of Cormac McCarthy is absolute; he is the Homer’ of our post-modern world.
    I would note at this point that Bloom’s comments were made when he was talking about McCarthy’s Blood Meridian, the novel that Bloom praised as the unsurpassed ‘authentic American apocalyptic novel.’
    I must, however, at this point be bold enough to amend and correct Bloom’s observations by arguing that McCarthy’s newest novel, The Road, goes beyond Blood Meridian, the one book – up until now – that I would have argued should be required reading for everyone. Now I would argue that The Road surpasses all its antecedents and becomes American literature’s singular and, for the foreseeable future, unsurpassable apocalyptic novel.
    Epic in its scope, The Road begins with a father and son, ‘each the other’s world entire.’ With their possessions poured into knapsacks and a grocery cart, these two wanderers shuffle through the inescapable ash and dust that covers the highways and cities of a devastated America. Heading southward to the elder’s childhood home, hoping to get away from the gray desolation and the harshness of an oncoming winter’s cold, the unnamed pair – somewhat like the mythic Daedalus and Icarus – are trying to escape something dangerous and oppressive. Yet everywhere they go, this protective father and his worshipful son travel through what appears only as the godless ruins of an empty, cauterized world.
    These travelers, facing an unimaginable scarcity of food as well as an increasingly merciless environment, seem at first to be quite alone in their strangely purposeful odyssey. However, beyond the mummified dead bodies which seem to be everywhere, other travelers do exist: Isolated small groups of others – some pathetically harmless and some unspeakably dangerous – still survive in the universally hostile environment. But throughout the pair’s ordeals, this remarkable father and son are able to do the bravest thing they have ever done: They courageously get up every morning and find a purpose for moving forward in their journey through life.
    The Road, startling and disturbing, may be the most important book written in the last half century. Paradoxically grotesque and lyrically beautiful, and enriched by elegantly simple prose that is poetic in its intensity, The Road may be – at the same time – one of the most frightening and reassuring novels ever written. Its themes are many. And those themes are profound.

  4. Yes, I agree with R.T. about The Road (and tried to make a comment before but it didn’t ‘take’ for some reason). Anyway – what more can I add? It’s the sort of devastatingly good book that stays with you forever.

  5. Yes, I’ve been meaning to read it for some time – I suspect the picture on the cover of this edition might finally tip the balance 😉
    Sorry about the comment, Clare – this is all part of Typepad’s new system and there are teething problems with it. Let’s hope it is fixed soon.

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