Recounts the connected stories of people from the past and the distant future, from a nineteenth-century notary and an investigative journalist in the 1970s to a young man who searches for meaning in a post-apocalyptic world.
At once a heart-quickening mystery and a unique love story, The Cloud Atlas is also a haunting, lyrical rendering of a little-known chapter in history. Brilliantly imagined, beautifully told, this is storytelling at its very best.
In a narrative that circles the globe and reaches from the 19th century to a post-apocalyptic future, Cloud Atlas erases the boundaries of time, genre and language to offer an enthralling vision of humanity's will to power, and where it ...
A reluctant voyager crossing the Pacific in 1850; a disinherited composer blagging a precarious livelihood in between-the-wars Belgium; a high-minded journalist in Governor Reagan's California; a vanity publisher fleeing his gangland ...
“I'm Aoife's father,” I tell Duncan Priest, who's looking baffled. “The Ed? Ed Brubeck? Your”—he points to Holly—“other half? Such a pity you missed Pete's stag do last night, though.” “I'll learn to cope with the disappointment.
How can there be a book that maps these continents of clouds that drift apart, reshape their puzzle pieces, and coalesce into new geographies of air within one windblown hour?...
Dawn Madden tossed her knife, right at me. It was a sheer fluke that it was the blade's handle that hit my rib and not its fang. “Madden!” Her staresaid, What?Dawn Madden's eyesare darkhoney. “That could've stuck right into me!
Both intoxicating and thought-provoking, The Heavens is a powerful reminder of the consequences of our actions, a poignant testament to how the people we love are destined to change, and a masterful exploration of the power of dreams. ...
The reader is taken on a whirlwind journey through the past, present and future, meeting a lovelorn composer from the interwar period, an investigative journalist with her first big scoop, a bumbling publisher trapped in a nursing home, a ...
“Hello, Neal's Answerphone. This is Katy Forbes. Neal's separated wife. How are you? You must be rushed off your feet, considering how Neal has forgotten how to pick up receivers and dial. I want you to tell Neal that I am now the proud ...
I waved buthe din't see me, soI ran to abridge what ain't therein wakin' life, nay, a gold'n'bronze bridge.When fin'ly I got to Adam's side tho', I sobbedgriefsome 'cos nothin' was left but mold'rin' bones an' a little silvereel ...