The six sections of this massive, generally well-connected opus trace a seemingly random path across history and back again, starting and ending in a diary of the South Pacific in the 19th century and weaving only occasionally tenuous paths through composers trapped between World Wars, 70's pulp detective fiction, an absolutely jaw-dropping contemporary tale about a down-and-out publisher, an interview with a futuristic Korean clone (many ideas of which seem to have been stolen by a forthcoming Ewen MacGregor flick called The Island), and the final, middle section, a post-apocalyptic Hawaii which is the only part of the novel that seems forced and derivative. You have a diary, an epistolary novella, first person and third person and interviews and a somewhat failed attempt at coloquial postmodernism, and for the most part the connections, the separate layers of the atlas of clouds, are connected brilliantly. Naturally on the move, naturally folding in and out of one another, tying together, combinging and recombining, Mitchell's stories keep me up nights even though i already know what happens on the next page.
For those who want more than a simple yarn, for those who want to be challenged and wowed by the virtuoso prose of a cunning linguist and flawlessly crafted stories and images which paint themselves across the page, Cloud Atlas is not one to~ miss.
この本は素晴らしいです。六つのとても違うテーマの物語は六つのとても違う書き方で作ったDavid Mitchellという作家は一つの驚くべきものを作った。各文も各舞台も各物語は美しいです。何回も読んだことがあるおで、まだ読みたい。そんな本は珍しい。~