Yes, Mr. Tom Petty, Love's a Long, Long Road

The Road by Cormac McCarthy is being made into a movie. It looks pretty sweet, and it'll be released in November, just in time for awards season, surprise, surprise. I thought McCarthy's style translated beautifully in the movie adaptation of No Country For Old Men, which I watched during an afternoon matinée at The Flicks in Boise. I left the theater exhilarated, freaked out, and with a need to hug something furry, and maybe take a hot bath. I can only imagine the apocalyptic The Road, which I read in one sunny summer afternoon last year, instigating the same effect. My novel The Suicide Collectors has been pitched as The Road meets A Wrinkle in Time, and that's about as cool a melding as one could hope for.