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

This Dazzling World

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

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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