“It was gorgeous and claustrophobic. I loved it and I always wanted to escape.”
I am so happy that I started taking notes while reading books (something I'm experimenting with and really benefitting from) because otherwise I'd have no words left for the review. Because I'm speechless. Because this was amazing.
Station Eleven is unlike anything I've ever read. The premise and the world building isn't new of course, it's dystopian, but with a soul - that's the only way I can think of how to describe it.
The writing is what makes the book. Emily Mandel has a way with words. Words that are atmospheric and transportive and somehow magical in their mundanity.
“She had never entirely let go of the notion that if she reached far enough with her thoughts she might find someone waiting, that if two people were to cast their thoughts outward at the same moment they might somehow meet in the middle.”
I will be honest, the story did feel disjointed for a bit to me - we had views of one person, then the moment we get attached to that person it would switch to the next, and then next one and the next one. But then - it all clicked. Seemingly random people intertwined in the most impossible ways, making me see just how small the world is, and just how deep human connections can really go.
There were moments when things were coming together when I just had to close the book and go "wow. I see now. I see what you did there." The structure of the novel is something that impressed me the most. The smallest of details would show up in the most unexpected of moments to make a very well placed emotional punch. I'd love to take a peak into Emily Mandel's mind, because this - is quite a masterpiece.
Beautifully woven, achingly human and haunting at times with the snippets of plot that just took my breath away - a new favorite and a definite re-read for the future times.
“The beauty of this world where almost everyone was gone. If hell is other people, what is a world with almost no people in it?”