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I wanted to write a learned, articulate review of Cloud Atlas but I can’t. Some have reviewed this book here in beautiful prose that I can’t duplicate. I’m just not that smart and scholarly. But I know what I like and I didn’t like this book very much. First off, let me concede that the author David Mitchell is brilliant. His knowledge of the world and history and culture(s) is vast. I think he would be a perfect dinner guest; no doubt he would be the center of attention and delightfully entertaining. But this book is bogged down with his intellect. It’s far too manic and disjointed for me. It’s like watching Robin Williams playing Hamlet free-style. His characters’ digressions on the most mundane incidents and observations are far too frequent and distracting. I kept feeling that I have better things to do than continue with this book. And I don’t see the “deepness.” There are references of reincarnation but they are vague and seemingly unimportant to the story. I have to admit that I jumped around a little and didn’t actually finish the middle chapters (if you understand my “palindrome” reference, you’ll understand). So, “Aha! How can you give a decent review if you haven’t read the whole book?” Precisely. This isn’t a decent review: I didn’t read the whole book. Turns out I do have better things to do.

Edit: Oh and another thing: for a man as learned as David Mitchell, I found his moralizing a tad sophomoric (not that I disagree with the spirit). For example, the Henderson Triplets (blue eyed and “gilded”) seem to serve no purpose other than to be racist straw men for Luisa Rey to demolish with a few pointed retorts. Much like Dixie Carter’s character in “Designing Women” as she allows the buffoonish white racist to go on, as if commiserating with a fellow racist, only to savagely turn on him with a devastating put down, to the delighted howls from the studio audience. No argument with the sentiment, just the cringe-worthy triteness of the scene.
Or Preacher Horrox’s dissertation on “Civilization’s Ladder” (Dixie, enter stage right!!). Again, trite and predictable. And finally (spoiler alert) if you want the moral gist of the book, just read the last two pages.


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Cloud Atlas David Mitchell Books Reviews

I bought this book because it had been shortlisted for the Mann Booker prize. At first, it was puzzlingly, moving through six separate scenarios which span the past, near present, future and far future in vastly different situations but each tangentially related to each other, (some funny and some chilling). Then, the order reversed concluding each of the six stories.
It all came together again in the last scenario, which returned to the first situation, a riff on the nature of humankind, how we treat each other and where our appetite for power and privilege will take us if we let it. That part is truly haunting and will stay with me for a long time. And that part is what makes this a great book, worthy of reading again and again. Like "1984" or "Brave New World." They missed the mark in not giving this the Mann Booker prize.
I have to say it's been years since I have felt so engaged reading a book. Oddly, I saw the movie before buying the book; and in the middle of reading, I decided to watch the movie again. I suspect it won't be long and I will read the book once again.

This is a thinking person's book and story, and thus isn't for everyone. But the mastery of the writing is so highly evocative that you "see" the book as you read it. Incredibly deep characters, mesmerizing continuity of theme (which some might argue about, given that the book is written as segments contributing to a "writ large" story), the ability to make you laugh, cry and inevitably sigh, "yes."

I had never heard of David Mitchell before reading this book. But it only took me 500+ pages to realize what an important writer and artistic voice he is.

I am a strong supporter of public libraries, and have downloaded versions of books to determine if I will actually buy the book. In the case of Cloud Atlas, it was a no-brainer. I finished Cloud Atlas today and immediately downloaded "Ghostwritten" from my local library. I suspect it won't be long and my cloud will have all of his works in it.

If you think and therefore read, and read to think, Cloud Atlas will keep your mind whirling. It's a must-read piece of literature. It's a truly gripping story.
'Transcendent' is likely the best word to describe Cloud Atlas, likely David Mitchell's most famous novel. In this book, Mitchell covers a wide variety of genre's, styles, and characters, an act that only the best of the best writers can pull off.

The structure of Cloud Atlas involves six nested stories, each covering a different time period and type of writing. Each story is only told halfway, starting with Adam Ewing's pacific travelogue in 1850, then going to Robert Frobisher's period piece in 1930's Europe, Luisa Rey's action thriller in 1973, Timothy Cavendish's 'ghastly ordeal' in the early 2000's, Somni's sci-fi stry from 2144. and Zachary's more mystic island life tale from the far future. Each of these stories is written wonderful prose, who infuses humor, suspense, and horror as the plot calls for. Once all six stories reach the halfway point, they are finished in reverse order.

All six of these stories are quite good in their own right. That isn't to say they don't have problems. The chief issue is pacing, with many of the stories feeling like they would have been better if given another 40 pages. Even with this, I would likely give each individual story a four-star rating, with my favorites earning a five on their own.

However, it is the interplay between the stories that really put Cloud Atlas over the top. Like the Bone Clocks, all of these stories take place in the same universe, and connections abound, some obvious, a fair few more subtle. Themes are developed across the entire read, and the end result is a thing of beauty. I would recommend this book to any reader.
I wanted to write a learned, articulate review of Cloud Atlas but I can’t. Some have reviewed this book here in beautiful prose that I can’t duplicate. I’m just not that smart and scholarly. But I know what I like and I didn’t like this book very much. First off, let me concede that the author David Mitchell is brilliant. His knowledge of the world and history and culture(s) is vast. I think he would be a perfect dinner guest; no doubt he would be the center of attention and delightfully entertaining. But this book is bogged down with his intellect. It’s far too manic and disjointed for me. It’s like watching Robin Williams playing Hamlet free-style. His characters’ digressions on the most mundane incidents and observations are far too frequent and distracting. I kept feeling that I have better things to do than continue with this book. And I don’t see the “deepness.” There are references of reincarnation but they are vague and seemingly unimportant to the story. I have to admit that I jumped around a little and didn’t actually finish the middle chapters (if you understand my “palindrome” reference, you’ll understand). So, “Aha! How can you give a decent review if you haven’t read the whole book?” Precisely. This isn’t a decent review I didn’t read the whole book. Turns out I do have better things to do.

Edit Oh and another thing for a man as learned as David Mitchell, I found his moralizing a tad sophomoric (not that I disagree with the spirit). For example, the Henderson Triplets (blue eyed and “gilded”) seem to serve no purpose other than to be racist straw men for Luisa Rey to demolish with a few pointed retorts. Much like Dixie Carter’s character in “Designing Women” as she allows the buffoonish white racist to go on, as if commiserating with a fellow racist, only to savagely turn on him with a devastating put down, to the delighted howls from the studio audience. No argument with the sentiment, just the cringe-worthy triteness of the scene.
Or Preacher Horrox’s dissertation on “Civilization’s Ladder” (Dixie, enter stage right!!). Again, trite and predictable. And finally (spoiler alert) if you want the moral gist of the book, just read the last two pages.