/lit/ - Literature

I liked this a lot, what are some stories with a similar post apocalyptic vibe, I honestly don't care which medium.
and why is /lit/ so mean to Cormac lately?

> what did he mean by this?
He meant that you better stop thinking about pussy and start walking the road.

> Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculate patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery.

This is the last paragraph in Cormac McCarthy's "The Road." Explain this shit to me.

My interpretation is that it's a message that we shouldn't take the life we have for granted because the life we have is precious and mysterious, but as soon as we reach the end of the world, it's all gone and it can't come back.

It's pretty good. Reading this after coming from Hemingway's "The Old Man and the Sea." I kind of feel like McCarthy is like a Hemmingway with a larger vocabulary. He uses a lot of two letter sentences like in:

> "He held the boy so close to him. So thin. My heart, he said. My heart."

He also doesn't use quotation mark and often omits proper punctuation. Nor does he indicate who's saying what at times. It all works out somehow and gives his prose a sort of organic patina.

> When the gray pall that now dominates the road was a foreigner, and birds chirped in the trees in the unfiltered morning light, people still sought out its acquaintance through computer screens in basements all around the world. Man has always longed for the road.