PostHumous Book Reviews: Personal reflections on books worthy of a re-read.
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At first glance, Emily St. John Mandel’s Station Eleven: A Novel belongs on the same well-trodden path as other it’s-the-end-of-the-world tales, like Stephen King’s formidable, The Stand, or George Stewart’s Earth Abides. Pestilence washes over the world like an unstoppable force, shattering society and decimating humanity. Things fall apart, the center cannot hold. While Station Eleven bears a familial resemblance to these other apocalyptic narratives, it tells a noticeably different kind of story. Not every post-pandemic novel becomes a National Book Award Finalist, or subtly subverts a genre, or causes me to reflect and say, “Now that was beautiful,” as I finish it, yet Station Eleven accomplished all of these things. Why?