Emily St. John Mandel is fast becoming one of my favourite writers. In Station 11 she takes us on a journey through a dystopian world, guided only by the recollections of weary travellers and unhinged survivors. Society as we know it has collapsed under the weight of a flu pandemic and its replacement is something archaic yet painfully recognisable. And yet "art for arts sake" somehow lives on, as we hope it would.
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