Station Eleven by Emily St. John Mandel is an absolute train wreck.

And not at all like that sounds. It depicts a train wreck of what our society has become. It is a jungle of things. Things that mean nothing. Tossed away without thought and replaced by something new. Nothing has value until it is gone and out of reach.

The author writes in an unpretentious manner. Casual even. But there is nothing careless in the words written on the page. For me, one of the main themes appears to be about purpose. Characters search for purpose, both before the “events” and after them. Often never finding them or finding them too late.

Excellent and well-recommended book. This is not your typical post-apocalyptic tale.