
By Guest Writer and Outdoor Enthusiast Roger Dawkins
At present in Australia, a season of MasterChef (based off the British show) has just finished and one of the judges has succeeded in getting under my skin because of his stereotypically “critic” persona. It’s predictable in every way, right down to his cravat, blazer, and smug demeanor. No, I’m not that guy, but I am going to do a bit of critiquing myself by recommending a batch of books for this month.
For your approval, here are three books, in fact. All of them, though not necessarily new, were pleasantly surprising; they were either something I found on my shelf, something I discovered on the cheap (read: sick of watching reruns of The Wire), or something I felt compelled to read.
The Road by Cormac McCarthy

The Road is an end of the world story about a dad and his son. Doomsday’s come and gone and all hell has broken loose in what’s left of the world, and dad and son set out on a massive trek to find a better place to live. Think road movie, horror story, coming of age story and capital “L” literature all in one. It’s an easy read – pull this one out on the train in the morning and you’ll be reeking credibility.
End of the world tales are typically corny, but this one’s great. It’s scary and sad, but not in a “oh, that’s sad” way, but a kind of poignant sadness-like you end up sort of living with the two characters and so the sadness and terror you feel as a reader is almost empathetic. I’m sure the reason is McCarthy’s writing; it sounds high-brow saying “this guy writes so well” but it’s really true in this case: there’s an affective rhythm in the writing that makes the suspense unbearable and the sad moments like massive gaping wounds.
Cost: $20