Tag Archives: Emily St. John Mandel’s “Station Eleven”

This Dazzling World

Posted on December 10, 2014 by

The stirring sun’s strands seem to gather into an outsized hand.  A finger pokes the lighthouse from offstage, an entreaty to shake off that opaque midnight black and join the horizon’s color riot. Given the weather, this sunrise had not seemed … Continue reading →

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The Limits of Memory

Posted on November 30, 2014 by

You have insufficient memory. Deadpan.  As if no irony were involved, my computer informed me it had aborted the task of uploading digital pictures. I don’t ask that much of my computer, but there you have it. I had amassed … Continue reading →

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