I'm a David Mitchell fan. I've enjoyed all of his novels. Cloud Atlas is wonderfully accomplished and the ending of The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet I found very moving. I've come to think, though, that he doesn't have anything much to say. Imagine my self-congratulation when I came across an eminent critic who has the same view
http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2014/09/08/soul-cycle
I'm not sure that having nothing to say should inhibit anyone from making art, but aren't Mitchell's works promoted as being quite profound?
Anyway, whatever, The Bone Clocks is next up on my Kindle and I'm looking forward to reading it.
http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2014/09/08/soul-cycle
I'm not sure that having nothing to say should inhibit anyone from making art, but aren't Mitchell's works promoted as being quite profound?
Anyway, whatever, The Bone Clocks is next up on my Kindle and I'm looking forward to reading it.
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