
If
reading a book can make you feel wet, slimy and dirty this one would
be it. Cohen is the protagonist and we find him living below the line
in the quickly molding disintegrating home where he once was happy
with his wife Eliza. She has died along with their unborn baby. It
was not clear to me if he had stayed after the evacuation of the
South because of grief or some sense of rebellion but so far Cohen is
surviving on his own with his Jeep, his dog, and a horse getting
supplies from a traveling trader/scavenger, Charlie. Charlie is a
previous “survivalist” who always thought the world as we know it
would end and like the preppers on TV today he actually seems happy
being the local hero-type, scavenging, hunting, and trading.
Then
Cohen is robbed, beaten, and left for dead by two young scavengers he
sets out to vindicate himself. When he finds the two they are being
held against their wishes by a strange kind of snake-handling cult
leader, Aggie. Aggie has created a kind of commune in a FEMA trailer
park where he has slaves and captives and is building an army. Cohen
is originally welcomed into the commune. When Aggie's vision of how
he intends to repopulate the south is clear Cohen knows he must move
on. Cohen liberates Mariposa and Evan, his two assailants, and Evan's
little brother Brisco. The small band heads North hoping to reach the
line. The road is long and dangerous and all the while there are the
continuous storms and heavy rains.
We
learn a lot about Cohen that we didn't know along the flight and also
about treasure and treasure hunters. This is an unusual apocalyptic
novel and not so very far fetched. I felt a bit of Cormac McCarthy's
The Road and maybe even a
little of Margaret Atwood's The Year of the Flood.
I do so love a good end-of-the-world novel.
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