“in an devastated post-apocalyptic america a few raggedy survivors struggle to hold onto life while wandering across the land and desperately looking for food. one father singleminded takes his own son, one of the last children alive, down to perhaps a mythical warmer somewhere, a better somewhere. but why bother at all? nothing is left. civilisation is gone. cannibals roam the land. and the father is dying himself.
existence itself is decided minute to unknown minute and the author grimly suggests that the value of life simply is what you yourself struggle to make it.
can't put it down, seat of your pants writing with some philosophical wool gathering thrown in for good measure.”
