Why yes, here I am, sporadically posting another blog post after about 2 months of silence! *waves*
This isn't in one of my regular review formats — it's just my thoughts that I wrote up on Goodreads, more of a reaction than a formal review. (I don't really feel like re-writing it to fit a certain format, lol.)
Station Eleven by Emily St. John Mandel
Okay, so that just sort of...ended. I feel like I missed the point of
this book. Or, was there a point? It seemed to be trying to be "deep"
but in the end didn't come to any important conclusions. There also
really wasn't much of a storyline, beyond the one involving the creepy
cult. Everyone not involved in that storyline just sorta wandered around
contemplating life before and after the apocalypse.
I will say,
this is undoubtedly one of the most realistic depictions of a
post-apocalyptic world I've read. It's bleak and lawless and yet still
contains remnants of social rules. I wish we'd seen more of the actual
'end of the world' itself so that we knew how we got to the world as it
is post-apocalypse. (You do still have to suspend your disbelief
somewhat for how things unfold, as is usually the case with apocalyptic
fiction.) I really enjoyed the intense feeling at the beginning of the
novel as the flu breaks out and everything spirals out of control, but
it was so short! And then most of the rest of it was people walking here
and there trying to stay alive in the post-apocalyptic world, or
flashbacks to their lives pre-apocalypse.
And sadly, I never
cared all that much about any particular character, I think in part
because it kept jumping to another character every one or two chapters.
We're introduced to Jeevan initially, and I actually liked what we saw
of him (I could relate to his anxiety issues) but then we switch to
Kirsten and the Traveling Symphony 20 years later, and we don't get to
see Jeevan again for the longest time! I also connected with Miranda,
and found her an interesting character (at least when she was younger,
in the flashbacks), and yet we don't spend much time with her either
(despite the fact that she is, after all, the author of the Station Eleven
graphic novels that the book is titled after). Kirsten probably gets
the most page time, and unfortunately I never particularly connected
with or related to her; I didn't think she had a very distinctive
personality.
The author did do well with linking all of the
characters' stories together, even in small ways (such as one character
ending up with an item that another character had had at one point). I
always appreciate when authors make use of details like that. Another
point in the book's favour was that the quality of the writing was
undeniably solid.
Overall, though, I'm just not too sure what
I'm supposed to take away from this book. Life without modern
technology, thrown into anarchy, living off the land, would basically
suck? The ending leaves some room for hope, so I guess that's something.
Still, it left me very unsatisfied. I spent the whole book waiting for
*something* to happen; apart from a little suspense and action with the
whole cult/prophet storyline, it didn't happen. I realize this is
intended as one of those quieter, thought-provoking post-apocalyptic
books, rather than action-packed, but still.