Following a scalding row with her mother, fifteen-year-old Holly Sykes slams the door on her old life. But Holly is no typical teenage runaway: a sensitive child once contacted by voices she knew only as “the radio people,” Holly is a lightning rod for psychic phenomena. Now, as she wanders deeper into the English countryside, visions and coincidences reorder her reality until they assume the aura of a nightmare brought to life.
For Holly has caught the attention of a cabal of dangerous mystics—and their enemies. But her lost weekend is merely the prelude to a shocking disappearance that leaves her family irrevocably scarred. This unsolved mystery will echo through every decade of Holly’s life, affecting all the people Holly loves—even the ones who are not yet born.
A Cambridge scholarship boy grooming himself for wealth and influence, a conflicted father who feels alive only while reporting from occupied Iraq, a middle-aged writer mourning his exile from the bestseller list—all have a part to play in this surreal, invisible war on the margins of our world. From the medieval Swiss Alps to the nineteenth-century Australian bush, from a hotel in Shanghai to a Manhattan townhouse in the near future, their stories come together in moments of everyday grace and extraordinary wonder.(less)
Finished David Mitchell's The Bone Clocks over the weekend. Amazing book. One of my favorites of the last few years, actually. And I think it cements Mitchell as one of my top three authors at this point.
It's more accessible than Cloud Atlas, but follows the same sextet format of having six POV sections that all interconnect or tie together somehow. The book also follows the life of the main character from 1984 to 2046, weaving her in and out of the other sections, as well as her own sections.
And it's just insane. It feels like Mitchell is channeling Grant Morrison at his most LSD-induced best. The Invisibles era Morrison.
Despite that, the book also has tremendous character work. That's Mitchell's greatest skill here. The main character is maybe one of the best written I've seen in a long time.
And for fans of his other books, many of the characters in this are either main or minor characters in his previous novels. It's all interconnected. Not necessary to have read the prior books, and each book stands alone, but it's a nice easter egg showing that Mitchell writes in a singular universe, despite the vastly different genres he works in with each book.
Everyone should read this.