Emily St. John Mandel

St. John's my middle name. The books go under M.

Aug 27
paulbogaards:

"No more scrolling through litanies of dreams and nervous hopes and photographs of lunches, cries for help and expressions of contentment and relationship-status updates with heart icons whole or broken, plans to meet up later, pleas, complaints, desires, pictures of babies dressed as bears or peppers for Halloween. No more reading and commenting on the lives of others, and in so doing, feeling slightly less alone in the room. No more avatars." — Emily St. John Mandel, Station Eleven
LOVE. THIS. BOOK.

Alternating between “how has Station Eleven not been published yet? I’ve been up to my neck in it for years…” and “oh my god, we’re less than two weeks from publication…”

paulbogaards:

"No more scrolling through litanies of dreams and nervous hopes and photographs of lunches, cries for help and expressions of contentment and relationship-status updates with heart icons whole or broken, plans to meet up later, pleas, complaints, desires, pictures of babies dressed as bears or peppers for Halloween. No more reading and commenting on the lives of others, and in so doing, feeling slightly less alone in the room. No more avatars." — Emily St. John Mandel, Station Eleven

LOVE. THIS. BOOK.

Alternating between “how has Station Eleven not been published yet? I’ve been up to my neck in it for years…” and “oh my god, we’re less than two weeks from publication…”


Aug 12

Aug 3

akihmbo:

The White Rabbit, as seen by 10 artists: Sir John Tenniel (twice), Michael Kutsche, Kei Acedera, Bertram Grosvenor Goodhue, unknown, Ralph Steadman, Bessie Pease Gutmann, David S. Hall, Clara M. Burd.


Aug 2

Some things I’ll remember years later:

1) There was this one time when Donna Tartt recommended my novel to Ann Patchett, which I found extraordinary because The Secret History and Bel Canto are two of the best novels I’ve ever read, and then Patchett wrote a really lovely blog post. She said, “Station Eleven is so compelling, so fearlessly imagined, that I wouldn’t have put it down for anything.”

2) The summer before Station Eleven was published, I spent as much time as possible in my garden on the rooftop terrace. It was so beautiful to me that it didn’t seem quite real. I watered the plants in the evenings, my favourite time of day, and couldn’t imagine anywhere else in the world where I’d rather be. I tried to take pictures of it sometimes, but they all fell short: it wasn’t possible to capture both the plants and the shining city just over the river at the same time, not to mention all the intangibles like the scent of honeysuckle, etc. 

Station Eleven was living its own life out in the world by then. I was pleased that people seemed to like it, and it was the reason why I could afford to start a garden, but otherwise the book seemed quite distant and like something that didn’t particularly have anything to do with me by that point. 

3) On the topic of beauty: the first time I saw a photograph of the finished UK edition of Station Eleven, I gasped aloud. The books had just arrived in the Pan MacMillan offices in London.

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Jul 30

The days when I worry that Internet slang is moving faster than my ability to keep up with it. “I can’t even,” people say, on Twitter. (It is probably a sign of advancing age that my first thought is always “what? you can’t even what?” before I remember that “I can’t even” actually is a complete sentence in 2014.) 

In extreme cases: “I’ve lost the ability to even.”

"I’m going to take a nap," Twitter people announce. Okay, I think, sounds good. I’m in favour of naps. "I am going to nap so hard," they say, at other moments. Okay, sure, still with you. But then last week someone said this: "I am going to take a nap. WITH MY WHOLE FACE."


Jul 25

A cri de couer from the sender of the previously-posted email, writing from her day job:

WHY DO PEOPLE KEEP GIVING ME RECEIPTS I NEED TO FIND OUT WHY THE PROPHET’S DOG IS CALLED LULI


The best email I’ve received all week, in its entirety:

I DO NOT WANT TO BE AT WORK I WANT TO FINISH STATION ELEVEN
WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO KIRSTEN AND AUGUST
OH MY GOD THE PROPHET IS SO CREEPY
WTF HAPPENED TO THE SYMPHONY WHERE ARE THEY
WHAT ABOUT JEEVAN WHAT HAPPENS TO JEEVAN AND MIRANDA 
HOW DID THE LADY AT THE THEATER GET THE PAPERWEIGHT
OMG THE SCARY AIRPLANE SCAR WHY IS IT AN AIRPLANE WHY DID THE MAN HAVE A SCARY AIRPLANE SCAR FROM THE PROPHET ON HIS FACE

Jul 22

The prettiest corner of the back terrace. I’ve only been at this for a week and shouldn’t speak too soon, but so far the most difficult thing about container gardening is leaving said garden to go into Manhattan for the day. The fragrance of that tall white lily is extraordinary.

The prettiest corner of the back terrace. I’ve only been at this for a week and shouldn’t speak too soon, but so far the most difficult thing about container gardening is leaving said garden to go into Manhattan for the day. The fragrance of that tall white lily is extraordinary.


“All I know is that I love reading books, and when I write I want my books to be like the books I love: solid, thoughtful, cliché-less, and both mindful of the ugliness of the world and also the beauty of being alive.” David Mitchell (via mttbll)

(via mttbll)


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