A reluctant voyager crossing the Pacific in 1850; a
disinherited composer blagging a precarious livelihood in between-the-wars
Belgium; a high-minded journalist in Governor Reagan’s California; a vanity
publisher fleeing his gangland creditors; a genetically modified “dinery
server” on death-row; and Zachry, a young Pacific Islander witnessing the
nightfall of science and civilization -- the narrators of Cloud Atlas hear each other’s echoes down the corridor of history,
and their destinies are changed in ways great and small.
I will admit, for the first time in a very long time, I
struggled with the narrative of all six stories. Mitchell’s use of language,
tone and prose is something I’ve not crossed paths with when reading popular
fiction. Each story, while connected in some way, all have a different sort of
language to them, and this drastic change can be difficult. I’ve never been a
huge fan of short stories or even novellas –which these stories resemble. Part
of the reason is I know the story is limited, and feel that the author is
cheating me by writing these briefer stories. It’s a bit lame explanation, but it’s
the best I can come up with.
The thread through Cloud
Atlas, of course, is we are all connected and, probably, reincarnated again
and again. It should be interesting to see how siblings Andy and Lana Wachowski
translate the novel to the screen. The trailer look’s fabulous, but while the
stories are not that complicated, it’s all going to be about tone and casting.
Would I read this again? Perhaps, as I admit I might’ve wanted
now to watch the movie before I have read the book. I don’t usually do that.
Still, linguistically, the novel is brilliant, and Mitchell is well versed in
creating sentences that deify creation to begin with. But I also felt, at
times, I was not smart enough to finish reading it, and I sort of trudged
through it seeking an end.
Maybe, somewhere, sometime in a few months, after seeing the
movie, digesting its content, I’ll pick up Cloud
Atlas again and see if I get something different out of it the second time.
Maybe.
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