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Original Title:	Cloud Atlas
ISBN:	0375507256 (ISBN13: 9780375507250)
Edition Language:	English
Characters:	Adam Ewing, Autua, Dr. Goose, Robert Frobisher, Rufus Sixsmith, Vyvyan Ayrs, Jocasta Ayrs, Eva van Outryve de Crommelynck, Luisa Rey, Timothy Cavendish, Sonmi~451, Zachry, Meronym, Hae-Joo Im, Mr. Meeks, Ernie Blacksmith, Nurse Noakes, Javier Gomez, Fay Li, Bill Smoke, Joe Napier, Yoona-939, Isaac Sachs, Old Georgie
Setting:	Chatham Islands(New Zealand) Neerbeke, West Vlaanderen(Belgium) Buenas Yerbas(United States) …more London, England Seoul, South Korea(Korea, Republic of) Maui, Hawaii(United States) …less
Literary Awards:	Booker Prize Nominee (2004), Nebula Award Nominee for Best Novel (2004), Locus Award Nominee for Best SF Novel (2005), Arthur C. Clarke Award Nominee (2005), James Tait Black Memorial Prize Nominee for Fiction (2004) British Book Award for Best Read of the Year (2005), National Book Critics Circle Award Nominee for Fiction (2004), Geoffrey Faber Memorial Prize (2005), Tähtivaeltaja Award Nominee (2009), The Rooster -- The Morning News Tournament of Books (2005)

Cloud Atlas Paperback | Pages: 509 pages

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A postmodern visionary who is also a master of styles of genres, David Mitchell combines flat-out adventure, a Nabokovian lore of puzzles, a keen eye for character, and a taste for mind-bending philosophical and scientific speculation in the tradition of Umberto Eco, Haruki Murakami, and Philip K. Dick. The result is brilliantly original fiction as profund as it is playful. Now in his new novel, David Mitchell explores with daring artistry fundamental questions of reality and identity.
Cloud Atlas begins in 1850 with Adam Ewing, an American notary voyaging from the Chatham Isles to his home in California. Along the way, Ewing is befriended by a physician, Dr. Goose, who begins to treat him for a rare species of brain parasite. . . .
Abruptly, the action jumps to Belgium in 1931, where Robert Frobisher, a disinherited bisexual composer, contrives his way into the household of an infirm maestro who has a beguiling wife and a nubile daughter. . . . From there we jump to the West Coast in the 1970s and a troubled reporter named Luisa Rey, who stumbles upon a web of corporate greed and murder that threatens to claim her life. . . . And onward, with dazzling virtuosity, to an inglorious present-day England; to a Korean superstate of the near future where neocapitalism has run amok; and, finally, to a postapocalyptic Iron Age Hawaii in the last days of history.
But the story doesn’t end even there. The narrative then boomerangs back through centuries and space, returning by the same route, in reverse, to its starting point. Along the way, Mitchell reveals how his disparate characters connect, how their fates intertwine, and how their souls drift across time like clouds across the sky.
As wild as a videogame, as mysterious as a Zen koan, Cloud Atlas is an unforgettable tour de force that, like its incomparable author, has transcended its cult classic status to become a worldwide phenomenon.

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Title	:	Cloud Atlas
Author	:	David Mitchell
Book Format	:	Paperback
Book Edition	:	1st paperback edition
Pages	:	Pages: 509 pages
Published	:	August 17th 2004 by Random House (first published March 2004)
Categories	:	Fiction. Thriller. Mystery. Crime. Drama. Suspense. Noir

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Vincent Vega and Jules Winnfield sit having breakfast in a diner discussing, among other things, Cloud Atlas by David Mitchell.Jules: Well we'd have to be talkin' about one charming mother*****' pig. I mean he'd have to be ten times more charmin' than that Arnold on Green Acres, you know what I'm sayin'?[Both laugh]Vincent: Awright, check this out; I just finished reading this book called Cloud Atlas.Jules: Cloud Atlas? What the f*** is that?Vincent: Its a pictorial key to the nomenclature of

On re-reading in 2012...I admit, the surpringsingly-and-terrifyingly-not-awful trailer for the upcoming movie adaptation of this book sent me plunging back into its hexapalindromic universe to re-solidify my own mental renditions of Frobisher's bicycle, Sonmi's soap packs, and Lousia's imaginary California, among other things. I emerge even more impressed with Mitchell's mimetic acrobatics, the book's deft allusive integument ("Is not ascent their sole salvation?" p. 512), the acrimonious satire

One of the most outstanding, hugely epic sagas ever. There seem to be six distinct writers in "Cloud Atlas"--distinct, original tableaux: their compilation suggesting that the boundaries of writing are endless. Mitchell is authentic in every story. These really are "found objects" placed in blatant, cunning contrast with each other. But that they were all borne from one fountainhead--from one single and chameleonic (probably the most chameleonic I have encountered since Peruvian Mario Vargas

One may transcend any convention, writes Mitchells 1930s composer Robert Frobisher, if only one can first conceive of doing so. Cloud Atlas, the third novel by English novelist David Mitchell, is the authors bare-knuckled blow to standard conventions and literature itself. Here you will encounter six stories, linked across time, that, like individual notes of a chord, each resonate together to form a greater message than just the sum of their parts. Using a style inspired by Calvinos If on a

I was a third into this book and I could not care less about it. It didn't seem we were meant to be. Then suddenly my heart was aching for the characters and their stories, and it did catch me by surprise.And now it's been a week since I finished it, and I still find myself thinking about it. 'Okay, you win, book!' I have to admit grudgingly. You've wormed your way into my heart and I'd better make my peace with it.Why did I resist liking it so much? Why did this book and I have such a rocky



Dear David Mitchell,Ive been trying to figure out the nicest possible way to tell you what Im about to tell you. I sort of feel like Ive failed you as a reader, but I just couldnt suspend my critical mind for long enough to enjoy your book (how I envied my uncriticalsisters I hate it when my own words come back to bite me in the ass, dont you?). Dont take it personally though. Im the girl who didn't like The Matrix. I know, right? How could anyone dislike The Matrix? All of the neat-o keen-o