Station Eleven

Station Eleven

My process of discovery for new books, new literature, and new music, it’s not what it used to be. Problematic, at best, despite Amazon’s insitence that it knows what I like. Or even the iTunes, “You clicked on this, so you might like…” Same with Netflix, I suppose.

Stumbling through a chain bookstore, still yields little results.

My serendipitous ways, with a vague grounding in classics and historical classics, led me to stumble across Station Eleven.

Not like I’m not familiar with dystopia and modern science fiction, read a great deal of this variety in my younger years.

Station Eleven opens with Lear, Shakespeare’s King Lear, and, in a kind of a cool set-up as the narrative wanders then weaves back and forth through the time lines and landscape.

“Everything happens for a reason,” she said. She didn’t look at him. “It’s not for us to know.” Station Eleven – Emily St. John Mandel. Page 242.

Parts are elgiac, and parts of it are romp through pop culture, as a momet of time, gets frozen.

“A life, remembered, is a series of photographs and disconnected short films:” Station Eleven – Emily St. John Mandel. Page 259.

Good premise, and what really worked well was the shifting story lines that all fed the plot, and seemed to want to follow the thread from Lear (Shakespeare’s King Lear).

Station Eleven – Emily St. John Mandel

Station Eleven

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