So, clearly I failed to do that whole get-back-to-blogging-with-regularity thing I was promising, but let’s pretend that’s my new year’s resolution that might stick! I haven’t stopped reading or breathing though – or thinking about running. I think about running A LOT.
Anyway. Instead of running, I’m writing this right now. I hope you appreciate all my sacrifices.
On to the point! I’m so behind! So: Station Eleven! All riiight!
I picked up Station Eleven near the end of last year, about when Ebola was the top story on the news for months, and let me tell you, it was a little eerie. It was a pretty quick read (well, when you don’t have a million other things going on, anyway) and not entirely unrealistic. Some have pointed out that it’s not really true dystopian/speculative novel, since it’s a pandemic that nearly wipes out humanity – and not a pandemic designed by humans.
But really, you should read this if:
- You enjoy thought-provoking novels.
- Nothing turns you on more than a good, humanity-erasing pandemic.
- You like to listen to me and I say: you should read this. And I do say that.
- You wonder how the world might look sans electricity – and all the things it powers.
- You are currently without theme song.
Don’t read this if:
- You seriously are more afraid of catching Ebola than of getting into a car accident.
- You prefer to end up where you started (but maybe slightly better).
- Time travel isn’t your thing. (I.e., you like your stories told in a linear, sequential manner.)
- You’d rather not examine your consumerism/materialism too closely.
- “Holiday” is your current theme song.
I was fortunate enough to meet the lovely Ms. Emily St. John Mandel when she was in Saint Louis for her last book, The Lola Quartet I am so happy her latest has received much praise and press – it’s well deserved.