I read the book too. I couldn’t help but think the father was feeding the boy hope like a placebo. Like this passage:
We wouldnt ever eat anybody, would we?
No. Of course not.
Even if we were starving?
We’re starving now.
You said we werent.
I said we werent dying. I didnt say we werent starving.
But we wouldnt.
No. We wouldnt.
No matter what.
No. No matter what.
Because we’re the good guys.
Yes.
And we’re carrying the fire.
And we’re carrying the fire, yes.
Okay.What the fire is seems to be left ambiguous. It could be the light of civilization, it could be hope in the face of hopelessness, or human compassion and right moral conduct, it could be the Holy Spirit for all we know. Their goal is the coast, but the father does not have any idea what they will do once they get there. In fact at the end it is difficult to tell if McCarthy is telling us that hope is real and worthwhile, real but pyrrhic, or mere comforting illusion in a meaningless universe. I fear it is the last one he is favoring.
In the
Salve Regina, we hear: “To thee do we cry, poor banished children of Eve; to thee do we send up our sighs, mourning and weeping in this vale of tears.” *The Road *makes that vale and banishment stark and complete. The book does not answer whether there is anyone to cry to however.
I also recommend a look at an article
Nerd Do-Wells which describes this disturbing trend in films and novels that are essentially saying, “the darkness shines in the light, and the light did not overcome it.”