Wednesday, February 16, 2005

Cloud Atlas

I am boning up all day today. My favourite novellist, a young chap by the name of David Mitchell is in town. And he's at Readings in Carlton at 6:30 tonight, just a hop, step and jump from where I am. Yay! But it does mean I shall be missing kendo.

This guy rocks my world. I can't get enough of his writing, and it's not simply because he and I are both japanophiles. If I could write, I'd write like him. He's almost too smart by half, and that's my role. In another life, I would be him. Aaaargh.

Since his first novel, Ghostwritten, he's been shortlisted for the Booker Prize twice—first for number9dream, and then last year's tour de force, Cloud Altas. As pretentious as I can be, I don't think I've ever had an occasion to use "tour de force" before. But nothing can describe that book better—it blows the mind.

Best. Book. Ever.