Cormac McCarthy’s latest book ‘The Road’ is quite possibly the best thing you will read all year.

Stripped of some of the author’s usual dense, impenetrable prose the story of a father and son’s journey through a horrifically bleak post-apocalyptic landscape is at once McCarthy’s most accessible work and his most affecting.

As ever McCarthy never shies away from portraying humanity’s propensity for plumbing ever greater depths of depravity. Indeed with the all trappings of society long past, this evil is unbound upon a ruined and desolate country. The journey of the father and son against this relentless backdrop is one of holding true to an innate sense of goodness, against enormous odds. It is a story about the cost of overcoming, the great price this road exacts and the desperate struggle to hold onto hope and light when all about is fallen.

I read it straight through in two feverish days and would recommend you to do the same. It is hard to imagine a more perfectly crafted thing.