It’s like the Ray Bradbury book club in our apartment at the moment!
Have you seen the trailer for the upcoming film adaptation? It looks quite incredible, and appears as though the producers are actually making a proper attempt at translating some of the depth within the novel. Visually it looks beautiful too. Am I excited? I never wanted this book to be adapted as I didn’t think it could be done well, but it looks like there is potential here; okay, I suppose I might be a tiny bit tickled. If you’ve read the book, head over to the search engine of your choice and do one of those fancy web searches (or, here’s a link.) You’ll find a mammoth sized trailer that pays attention to every segment of the book, it’s shiny and everything!
On the other hand, if you haven’t read Cloud Atlas, and have the patience for one of the most original and brilliant books that has been released thus far in human existence, then I advise you to READ IT NOW.
My beautiful hardback edition of “The House of The Spirits” is waiting patiently to be opened.
Rain smashes down, pinning us to the earth as it pushes upon our umbrellas, squeezes between the threads of our cotton socks and tethers us to our sofas. It bullies us into our houses if we have them, or ridicules us if we don’t. Whatever happens, we can find comfort that whatever the arrangement of molecules - raindrops, blades of grass, herds of animals, blossoming trees, toddlers on tricycles, tiny kittens or winter mittens - we are all being squashed down towards one another by the gravitational pull of our gigantic rock, floating in an infinite abyss. We can find comfort that we’re all in this together; there’s nothing we can do about it, and it’s brilliant.