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“But if you knew about this…conspiracy, why did you cooperate with it? Why did you allow Hae-Joo Im to get so close to you? Why does any martyr cooperate with his judases? Tell me. We see a game beyond the endgame...As Seneca warned Nero: No matter how many of us you kill, you will never kill your successor.”

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Cloud Atlas

David Mitchell's Cloud Atlas is a complex and ambitious work that weaves together six distinct stories, each narrated by a different character. These narratives span a wide range of historical and geographical settings, from the 19th-century South Pacific to a dystopian future. The novel explores themes of identity, fate, and the interconnectedness of human lives, with each story influencing and enriching the others. Mitchell's writing is both lyrical and thought-provoking, challenging readers to consider the nature of existence and the impact of individual actions on the world. more

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David Mitchell
David Mitchell

David Mitchell is a British novelist known for his unique narrative techniques and profound humanistic concerns. His works often blend humor, satire, and philosophical thinking, winning him a wide audience. more

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