Throughout the novel, there has been lots of imagery describing what little that could be described in such a bleak environment. However, as the story progressed so did the imagery.
"The land was gullied and eroded and barren. The bones of dead creatures sprawled in the washes. Middens of anonymous trash. Farmhouses in the fields scoured of their paint and the clapboards spooned and sprung from the wall-studs. All of it shadowless and without feature. The road descended through a jungle of dead kudzu. A marsh where the dead reeds lay over the water. Beyond the edge of the fields the sullen haze hung over the earth and sky alike. By late afternoon it had begun to snow and they went on with the tarp over them and the wet snow hissing on the plastic." (McCarthy, 177-8). This description of where The Man and his son were really helped with how I pictured the landscape, and was one of the best imagery I had ever read before.
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