Emily St. John Mandel - "The Glass Hotel"

Yet another beautiful story, about siblings, Vincent and her brother Paul. Vincent becomes the trophy wife of Jonathan Alkaitis, who runs a ponzi scheme. 

Told over v,arious years and decades, with a wonderful curling into itself, tying things up beautifully at the end. hints of ghosts, but could be just hallucinations.

When everyone was gone, the lawn seemed enormous, a twilight landscape of round tables with flickering candles on wine-stained tablecloths, plastic cups glimmering in the trampled grass. "You're so poised," Jonathan said. They were sitting by the pool with their feet in the water, while the caterers blew out candles and folded tables and packed dirty glasses into crates. That's my job, Vincent didn't say in return. Calling it a job seemed uncharitable, because she really did like him. It wasn't the romance of the century, but it didn't have to be; if you genuinely enjoy someone's company, she'd been thinking lately, if you enjoy your life with them and don't mind sleeping with the, isn't that enough? Do you have to actually be in love for a relationship to be real, whatever real means, so long as there's respect and something like friendship? She spent more time thinking about this than she would have liked, which suggested that it was an unresolved question, but she felt certain that she could go on this way for a long time, years probably.The Fourth of July was a feverish night at the peak of a heat wave.

Emily St. John Mandel - "Sea of Tranquility"

Emily St. John Mandel - "Station Eleven"

Amazing post-apocalypse story, after a pandemic "Georgian Flu", how fitting, has wiped out most of mankind, of Kirsten who travels with the Traveling Symphony, a group of musicians and actors performing Shakespeare for the few communities left in America. Great back and forth between the post apocalyptic scenes and pre-pandemic moments where she was a child actor, supporting a main character who is basically dead all throughout the book, actor Artur, his three (ex) wives and his friend and laywer Clark, who she meets at the very end, as he has been stranded in an airport since Year One. Beautiful character building and story telling. Strange to read during covid-19. How things we take for granted, are not. How little attention we pay the world around us. Jeevan lay on the sofa, entertaining flashes of random memory and thinking of things like cappuccinos and beer while Frank worked on his latest ghostwriting project, a memoir of a philanthropist whose name he was contractually forbidden from mentioning. Jeevan kept thinking of his girlfriend, his house in Cabbagetown, wondering if he was going to see either of them again. Cell phones ahd stopped working by then. His brother had no landline. Outside the world was ending and snow continued to fall. As Jeevan walked on alone he felt himself disappearing into the landscape. He was a small, insignificant thing, drifting down the shore. He had never felt so alive or so sad. He bought another tea, because the first one had gone cold, and also he was beset now by terrible fears and walking to the kiosk seemed like purposeful action. Also because the two young women working the kiosk seemed profoundly unconcerned by what was unfolding on CNN, either that or they were extremely stoic or they hadn't noticed yet, so visiting them was like going back in time to the paradise of a half hour earlier, when he hadn't yet known that everything was coming undone.