A review by rp319
Station Eleven by Emily St. John Mandel

4.0

“Frank standing on a stool on his wondrously functional pre-Libya legs. The bullet that would sever his spinal cord still 25 years away, but already approaching. A woman giving birth to a child who will someday pull the trigger on a gun. A designer sketching the weapon, or its precursor. A dictator making a decision that will spark into the fullness of time, into the conflagration that Frank will go overseas to cover for Reuters. The pieces of a pattern drifting closer together.”

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“Why do you think of killing?”

“You never had to hurt anyone in the old world, did you?”

“Of course not. I was a copywriter.”

“A what?”