Read This Now (On September 9): Station Eleven
THIS IS THE BOOK. This book. This is the one you’ve been waiting for. The book that will give your summer some shape and meaning and transform what would have been a total tragic write-off of airplane crashes, Ebola outbreaks, real-life tragic love stories and too much screen time into something with at least one solid high point. This novel by Emily St. John Mandel (yes, I almost didn’t read it because her name sounds so pretentious) is a post-apocalypse story but…it’s a post-apocalypse story the way Never Let Me Go is a sci-fi book. It is and it isn’t. It could be defined by a category but telling you that category really doesn’t tell you much about the book because the scope is so wide it doesn’t fit exactly into a category. Instead of trying to pigeon hole it, let me show you a sentence that I love:
It’s a beautifully written book–a work of art but an entertaining and totally engaging one, that highjacks your brain and works on doing what all art is trying to do: it tries to figure out what it is to be a human. I suggest you just pre-order it now and stop asking questions. That way, you’ll get it around the day it publishes, you can take a day off work to read it, and then we can start talking about it.
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[…] knows a part of me that even I don’t quite understand. She is the woman who handed me Station Eleven. All the new books go through her and she is like some sort of oracle that hands them out to the […]