Droga with delivery to Ireland

Cormac McCarthy’s cult novel. Winner of the Pulitzer Prize. Over a million copies sold. The final moments of our planet. The last people – bloodthirsty beasts. The last traces of our civilisation – a can of Coca-Cola and scraps of old newspapers. The hell of an apocalypse fulfilled, in Cormac McCarthy’s Pulitzer Prize-winning novel. You read this book with a lump in your throat and a sense of wonder filled with dread… In a future that could come tomorrow or a thousand years from now, a terrible cataclysm has destroyed our civilisation and most of life on Earth. Everywhere there are ashes and darkness. Stones crack in the frost. Not a single bird, not a single animal, only here and there gangs of feral cannibals. Against the dead landscape, two small moving figures – a father and son crossing the ravaged planet. Ahead of them lies a perilous road into the unknown; around them, a world of dead hope, despair and fear; and within them, a love that still smoulders… A tale of a journey doomed to a tragic end, told in surprisingly beautiful language that, in its darkest moments, rises to the lightness of poetry – as if the graveyard ballads of Nick Cave or Tom Waits had been rewritten as spare, surgical prose. ‘Droga’ is a coal-black elegy for the colourful paradise in which we live without realising how fortunate we are. I know few books that play so powerfully on the emotions. Jacek Dukaj