...a terrible wasting disease called mortality. There’s a lot of it about. The young hold out for a time, but eventually even the hardiest patient gets reduced to a desiccated embryo, a Strudlebug … a veined, scrawny, dribbling … bone clock, whose face betrays how very, very little time they have left.2014/37: The Bone Clocks -- David Mitchell
I have bounced off a few of Mitchell's novels, but now am inclined to try them again, because I adored this – and I'm fairly sure, given a few references I recognised (to Black Swan Green, The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet
), that it's entwined with at least some of his previous work.( not significantly spoilery reviewCollapse )This entry was originally posted at http://tamaranth.dreamwidth.org/936606.html. Comment wherever you wish (though my preference is for There, rather than Here).