Unrelated to the soon to be judged bad sex in fiction awards (litworld’s finest annual moment outside the Man Booker) is the looming release of the movie version of Cormac McCarthy’s The Road. What a harrowing, yet unstoppable book that was. Grimly unrelieved. I can’t decide yet whether to take my mind’s eye view on and see the film … probably will. Meantime the pre-release road show has dragged McCarthy out blinking into the light.
This interview/encounter from the Wall Street Journal is superb.