Cloud Atlas

by David Mitchell | Literature & Fiction |
ISBN: 0375507256 Global Overview for this book
Registered by goatgrrl of New Westminster, British Columbia Canada on 8/30/2004
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3 journalers for this copy...
Journal Entry 1 by goatgrrl from New Westminster, British Columbia Canada on Monday, August 30, 2004
I bought this at Vancouver International Airport yesterday -- I was excited to find it, since its the odds-on favourite for the 2004 Booker Prize. I'll probably lend it to several friends and family members before passing it along through BookCrossing.

David Mitchell was one of Granta’s 2003 Best of Young British Novelists (along with Monica Ali, Zadie Smith, Nicola Barker, Rachel Seiffert and others). His first novel, Ghostwritten, won the Mail on Sunday/John Llewellyn Rhys Prize and was shortlisted for the Guardian First Book Award. His second, number9dream, was shortlisted for the 2001 Booker.

Journal Entry 2 by goatgrrl from New Westminster, British Columbia Canada on Thursday, September 02, 2004
The structure of Cloud Atlas is described indirectly by the character of Robert Frobisher (see below), a 1930s composer of a musical piece by the same name. Referring to his own piece -- a "sextet for overlapping soloists" -- Frobisher could just as easily be describing the six interlinked novellas that comprise Mitchell's novel: "...each in its own language of key, scale and color. In the first set, each solo is interrupted by its successor; in the second, each interruption is recontinued, in order. Revolutionary or gimmicky? Shan't know until it's finished. ..."

The six stories told in Cloud Atlas span the period from approximately 1850 through a time hundreds of years in the future. Here's a quick description of the protagonists who make up the "sextet":
  • Adam Ewing: a San Francisco lawyer during the gold rush era of the 1850s, who has been travelling in Australia in search of the beneficiary of a will created in California. As the book begins, the ship on which Ewing is voyaging (the Prophetess) has landed in the Chatham Islands.
  • Robert Frobisher: a Cambridge, England-based musician and composer whose story is told through a series of letters written in 1931 to his intermittent lover, Sixsmith. Frobisher becomes the live-in amanuensis to Vyvyan Ayrs, a reclusive and syphlitic English composer living south of Bruges, Belgium. While living with Ayrs, he discovers a manuscript entitled The Pacific Journal of Adam Ewing.
  • Luisa Rey: a Buenas Yerbas, California-based investigative journalist in the mid-1970s. After getting stuck in an elevator with Rufus Sixsmith, Robert Frobisher's former lover (who by the 1970s has become an acclaimed scientist), she receives from Sixsmith a lead on a cover-up at a nuclear power plant on Swanneke Island.
  • Timothy Cavendish: the 60-something year old owner of a vanity press in London. He publishes Knuckle Sandwich, a book by Scottish autobiographer Dermot Hoggins, which becomes wildly successful after Hoggins murders Sir Felix Finch, editor of the Trafalgar Review of Books during the reception following the awarding of the esteemed Lemon Prize for literature. Timothy later comes into possession of the manuscript for Half Lives, Luisa Rey's story.
  • Sonmi-451: a cloned fabricant ("Sonmi" and "Yoona" aren't names, but generic terms for fabricants derived from particular stem cells) whose story has been immortalized by the Archivist in an orison -- a three-dimensional recording stored in a silver egg. She is a prisoner within a corpocracy, in which -- the reader will notice -- many familiar brand names have now become proper nouns (such as the "disney" through which Sonmi-451 learns the story of Timothy Cavendish).
  • Zachry: the 50-something inhabitant of post-apocalyptic and environmentally savaged Hawaii, on which babies are routinely born with birth defects. Twice a year the island is visited by another tribe, the Prescients, who come to barter (ironware for fresh water).

Journal Entry 3 by goatgrrl from New Westminster, British Columbia Canada on Friday, September 03, 2004
One of the things I enjoyed most about Cloud Atlas is the "easter egg" plot and character details and motifs buried throughout the novel linking one storyline with another. Some are more obvious than others, the most blatant being the comet-shaped birthmark shared by each of the protagonists. I've started a list of these, with the intention of adding to it if I ever re-read the book:
  • The Prophetess: the ship on which Adam Ewing sails the South Pacific shows up as an antique vessel in Half Lives, moored in the same marina as Rufus Sixsmith's Starfish.
  • Souvenir teeth: Dr. Henry Goose is collecting them on the beach in the first pages of The Pacific Journal of Adam Ewing, and Timothy Cavendish makes a point of keeping one belonging to Johns Hotchkiss when it happens to splash into his beer from fifteen feet away.
  • Gold fever: a literal phenomenon in 1850s San Francisco (read Isabel Allende's Daughter of Fortune for a wonderful description of the era), and a metaphor for the "corpocracy", and for all that Zachry tells us ultimately goes wrong with the world. Interestingly, Adam Ewing notes in The Pacific Journal that he "fears" gold fever, without elaborating as to why.
  • Ewingsville, California: Judith Rey -- Luisa's mother -- lives there. It may or may not be named for Adam Ewing, an early resident of California.
  • Zachary: in the first Cavendish story, the words of Timothy's cab driver -- whose accent is so thick he can't be understood -- are first heard as "Sick teen-squid Zachary" ("sixteen -- quid -- exactly").
  • Burial grounds: there's a parallel between the dendroglyphs (tree carvings or sculptures) discovered by Adam Ewing in the Chatham Island mausoleum, and the icons Zachry visits in the Icon'ry in Sloosha's Crossin'
  • Margo Roker: when Timothy Cavendish comes out of his coma at Aurora House, her name is one of the first phrases he utters. He seems puzzled by the name (which he may or may not have read in the Half Lives manuscript), and it's never mentioned again in the Cavendish segment.
  • Swanneke: the Hydra nuclear reactor in Half Lives is located on Swanneke Island, and the Swannekes are mentioned as a tribe in Sloosha's Crossin'.
  • "A" to "Z": both Adam and Zachry's names are significant. Aside from representing the first and last letters of the alphabet, Adam was the first man in the Old Testament, and the name Zachary comes from Old Hebrew and means "God remembers" (from "Zokher" - remembers and "Yahveh" or "Yehovah" - God).

Journal Entry 4 by goatgrrl from New Westminster, British Columbia Canada on Tuesday, November 16, 2004
I'm mailing Cloud Atlas to ruthwater in Manchester, England. I hope you'll enjoy it, Ruth -- I bet you find more "easter eggs" to add to the list :^). Best wishes from rainy New Westminster!

Journal Entry 5 by ruthwater from Manchester, Greater Manchester United Kingdom on Thursday, December 09, 2004
Arrived today from goatgrrl, BC - since I met this lady I've never needed to buy a book (although I have!) Love the cover, much better than the UK one which looks like a book about hippies.

Journal Entry 6 by ruthwater from Manchester, Greater Manchester United Kingdom on Thursday, May 05, 2005
Well, it's certainly one heck of a read. I expected it to be heavy going but everything else in my life went on hold and I wolfed it down in three days. That in itself is a remarkable achievement because the book doesn't immediately shout "mass appeal" - it challenges the reader to hold six very different stories in her/his consciousness and retain emotional commitment to each one, whilst accepting dizzying changes in viewpoint and some very weighty philosophical themes. Any book this clever runs the risk of becoming intoxicated with its own structural brilliance and allowing character and motivation to take second place. Most of the time Mitchell avoids this triumphantly.

I'm going to resist the temptation to go on about Easter Eggs, although it does make an interesting intellectual game. And I'll try not to get too involved in postmodernism and the role of the narrator. I have a profound distaste for authors who play those kind of games with the reader - I'm an old fashioned gal who feels cheated when told that I've invested several precious hours of my time in an elaborate con trick (It ruined "Atonement" for me). But (with the exception of one outrageously unnconvincing truth-inversion which rendered a very significant character morally bankrupt for me) I'll add a caveat to this prejudice. Cloud Atlas is a story about stories and their importance to the human race. Whether told around a campfire or recorded on a solar-powered holographic egg, stories define our humanity and separate us from the beasts. They are a definition of civilization, probably the first and last hope of the human race. And, like Yann Martel in "Life of Pi", Mitchell argues convincingly that the veracity of the tale (the "real past" as one perceptive character puts it), is less important than the emotional and spiritual sustenance drawn from the tale's retelling by future generations.

Art deals in metaphor and imagery, as does religion. What is religion, anyway, except the conscious choice to regard certain stories as life-changing? Mitchell knows the power of a haunting image, and there are many in this book, reverberating across wildly different times and situations. A ring, for example, can be a wedding ring broken by a friend turned betrayer, it can be an artificial barcode implanted under the skin recording our financial transactions for scrutiny by a corporate ruler, or it can be the simple framing of a receding landscape between two bent human fingers. Or the ancient mythic image of a Hydra resonates so that, whether applied to a clone-factory or a nuclear reactor, it conveys the natural tendency of evil to resurface in a myriad of new guises as soon as one is conquered.

It's not a perfect book, by any means. Cloud Atlas reminds me of a Stephen Sondheim show - immensely clever, spiky and worldly-wise until the conclusion of the first act - at which point, as if dismayed by the nihilism of the abyss all this has led us to the brink of, it backs off from complete despair and journeys towards an unconvincing conclusion. Some of the plot denouments are frankly an insult to the reader's intelligence, and I'm surprised this hasn't been commented on more. Maybe Mitchell is trying to be terribly smart and to pastiche the formulaic endings of airport thrillers and Hollywood movies, but I doubt it. I think he's against a deadline and out of his artistic depth, but even to dive in as far as he has and surface with so many pearls is an amazing achievement.

Another, less well-known treatment of the reincarnation theme, used across an epic timescale to comment on human history, is Kim Stanley Robinson's alternate history, "The Years of Rice and Salt". KSR, a leading and unfashionably optimistic Buddhist SF writer, takes as his starting point the Black Death virtually wiping out all Caucasian civilization from the earth, and thus leaving the field wide open for Muslim, Eastern and traditional ideologies. I think "Rice and Salt" is a much less successful book but, as the kind of person who spots movie refs in "The Simpsons" I did wonder whether Mitchell might be offering up a subtle tribute to his fellow Pacific Rim philosopher when he mentions an unknown disease wiping out the last remnants of advanced civilisation in his dystopia. It could mean nothing, but the remark that less than one in two hundred victims survive the disease points to odds very similar to KSR's lethal plague on Caucasian society.

Journal Entry 7 by ruthwater from Manchester, Greater Manchester United Kingdom on Friday, September 02, 2005
I am about to send this off to zzz in Serbia - I think the central section will stretch his English to the limit. Good luck!

Journal Entry 8 by zzz from Rakovica, City of Belgrade Serbia on Monday, September 12, 2005
"Cloud Atlas" has just arrived and I'm so happy for having opportunity to meet this author. Unfortunately he isn't translated yet in Serbian so I guess I'll have to "stretch to the limit" my English now as you (Ruth) said. Uhm...I'm not sure should I be scared already (because I am)?
I've read so much about Mitchell here in BC-world and on the internet and he "smells" like quite interesting literary refreshments.

Ruth thank you very, very much indeed. And of course thank you for lovely postcard - you should come here on Mediterranean :-)

This is David Mitchell!

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