Ghostwritten

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David Mitchell's electrifying debut novel takes readers on a mesmerizing trek across a world of human experience through a series of ingeniously linked narratives.

Oblivious to the bizarre ways in which their lives intersect, nine characters-a terrorist in Okinawa, a record-shop clerk in Tokyo, a money-laundering British financier in Hong Kong, an old woman running a tea shack in China, a transmigrating "noncorpum" entity seeking a human host in Mongolia, a ...

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Overview

David Mitchell's electrifying debut novel takes readers on a mesmerizing trek across a world of human experience through a series of ingeniously linked narratives.

Oblivious to the bizarre ways in which their lives intersect, nine characters-a terrorist in Okinawa, a record-shop clerk in Tokyo, a money-laundering British financier in Hong Kong, an old woman running a tea shack in China, a transmigrating "noncorpum" entity seeking a human host in Mongolia, a gallery-attendant-cum-art-thief in Petersburg, a drummer in London, a female physicist in Ireland, and a radio deejay in New York-hurtle toward a shared destiny of astonishing impact. Like the book's one non-human narrator, Mitchell latches onto his host characters and invades their lives with parasitic precision, making Ghostwritten a sprawling and brilliant literary relief map of the modern world.

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Like the nearly invisible thread that binds the pages of a book together, David Mitchell's extraordinarily inventive debut tethers the lives of nine strangers to each other with common ideology, characters, and names. The distance between these strangers is not metaphorical-Mitchell takes readers to nine disparate countries: from Okinawa to Mongolia, from Russia to London, and beyond. He begins with Quasar, a follower of a bizarre doomsday cult, who has just completed a mission to release poisonous nerve gas in the Tokyo subway. Fleeing to the island of Okinawa, Quasar is forced to run still further to deflect suspicion, and must listen quietly from his place of exile as he hears the sorry fate of his fellow cult members. The next tale introduces a teenage jazz aficionado on the cusp of adulthood, working in a Tokyo record shop and falling in love with a young girl from Hong Kong. The third chapter tells of a British businessman living in Hong Kong, fed up with his bourgeois life, who spies the lovebirds featured in the previous tale seated in a fast-food outlet. Each of the six following stories continues in like fashion, effortlessly conveying similar attitudes of disaffection and xenophobia, each of the protagonists facing a turning point in their lives.

Mitchell's prose is lean and economical, but certainly not devoid of emotion. A keen observer of people and place, Mitchell's debut is an impressive one.

From the Publisher
"Mitchell... has a gift for fiction's natural pleasures–intricate surprises, insidiously woven narratives, ingenious voices... "
The New York Times Book Review

"Elegantly composed, gracefully plotted and full of humor."
Los Angeles Times

"A brave new book for a brave new world–fueled by a brilliant imagination and buoyed by beautifully descriptive writing."
USA Today

"[Mitchell] has a gift for fiction’s natural pleasures–intricate surprises, insidiously woven narratives, ingenious voices."
The New York Times Book Review

"Unlike so many of the chroniclers of the 21st-century pastiche-an industry dominated by ad men and feature-writers, not novelists-Mitchell has set out to craft actual characters, not archetypes. The result is a dazzling piece of work."
The Washington Post

"Mitchell is a sly, inventive storyteller–and anything but predictable... Inventive and mind-provoking."
Pittsburgh Tribune-Review

"Ghostwritten is also elegantly composed, gracefully plotted and full of humor... [It] recall[s] Tolstoy and Dostoevsky in its emotional scope and its ambitions. Like the great Russians, Mitchell makes us feel that more is at stake than individual lives, although it’s by individual lives that pain and loss are measured."
Los Angeles Times

"Mitchell deftly sketches each character to such a compelling extent that you become totally immersed... His nine characters and their random but fateful interactions provide a playful, suspenseful foray into our ever-shrinking world."
Entertainment Weekly

"Nine tales set in nine countries are intricately woven together in this impressive debut novel."
Talk

"An intricately assembled Faberge egg of a novel, full of sly and sometimes beautiful surprises... In an era in which much literary fiction is characterized by unearned ironies and glib cynicism, it's hard not to be impressed by the humanism that animates Mitchell's book... Worth a dozen of the morally anorexic novels that regularly come down the pipe."
New York

"Gripping and innovative... [Ghostwritten] serve[s] to illustrate the strange interconnectivity of the modern world and the improvisatory nature of fate."
The New York Times

"Mitchell has written a testament to just how far a little nerve, a lot of talent, and an airplane will take you... A novel that wends from Okinawa to Mongolia to Petersburg, as well as visiting the more traditional literary haunts of London and New York, has to be commended for its geographical audacity alone."
The Philadelphia Inquirer

"A daring novel, uniquely structured and just as uniquely compelling."
The Denver Post

"Ghostwritten is a marvelous puzzle. It takes time to figure together the disparate pieces, but patience in this case pays off handsomely. Once assembled, the story hums with significance... [An] amazing first novel."
The New York Observer

"David Mitchell's first novel is a firework display... The assurance and panache are truly remarkable... This is a remarkable novel by a young writer of remarkable talent."
The Observer (London)

"[Mitchell's] detail boasts the quiet and proud precision which makes his Englishness no surprise."
The Seattle Times

"This is one of the best first novels I’ve read for a long time... I read a proof of this on a transatlantic flight. When I got off in Atlanta, I couldn't put it down. I pulled my luggage in one hand along corridors and escalators, and held David Mitchell's last chapter up to my nose with the other. I finished at the carousel. It seemed appropriate. And it's even better the second time."
—A. S. Byatt

Ann Prichard
Ghostwritten is a brave new book for a brave new world—one encompassing globalism and grunge rock, folk tales, talking trees and terrorism. Far-out Cyberstuff.David Mitchell's breathlessly sprawling debut novel is inhabited by a large cast of spirits and unsettled souls who transmigrate faster than a bond trader reacts to a Greenspan blink. all of this intensely imaginative material is packaged as nine tales told by nine narrators from around the world. What a long, strange trip it is!
USA Today
Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
Nine disparate but interconnected tales (and a short coda) in Mitchell's impressive debut examine 21st-century notions of community, coincidence, causality, catastrophe and fate. Each episode in this mammoth sociocultural tapestry is related in the first person, and set in a different international locale. The gripping first story introduces Keisuke Tanaka, aka Quasar, a fanatical Japanese doomsday cultist who's on the lam in Okinawa after completing a successful gas attack in a Tokyo subway. The links between Quasar and the novel's next narrator, Satoru Sonada, a teenage jazz aficionado, are tenuous at first. Both are denizens of Tokyo; both tend toward nearly monomaniacal obsessiveness; both went to the same school (albeit at different times) and shared a common teacher, the crass Mr. Ikeda. As the plot progresses, however, the connections between narrators become more complex, richly imaginative and thematically suggestive. Key symbols and metaphors repeat, mutating provocatively in new contexts. Innocuous descriptions accrue a subtle but probing irony through repetition; images of wild birds taking flight, luminous night skies and even bloody head wounds implicate and involve Mitchell's characters in an exquisitely choreographed dance of coincidence, connection and fluid, intuitive meanings. Other performers include a corrupt but (literally) haunted Hong Kong lawyer; an unnamed, time-battered Chinese tea-shop proprietress; a nomadic, disembodied intelligence on a voyage of self-discovery through Mongolia; a seductive and wily Russian art thief; a London-based musician, ghostwriter and ne'er-do-well; a brilliant but imperiled Irish physicist; and a loud-mouthed late-night radio-show host who unwittingly brushes with a global cyber-catastrophe. Already a sensation on its publication in England, Mitchell's wildly variegated story can be abstruse and elusive in its larger themes, but the gorgeous prose and vibrant, original construction make this an accomplishment not to be missed. 5-city author tour. (Sept.) Copyright 2000 Cahners Business Information.|
Library Journal
Gleefully self-referential, slyly philosophical, subtly postmodern, Mitchell's debut novel consists of nine intertwining tales and the people who move within and among them. Spanning the globe--from teeming Tokyo to the isolated Holy Mountain, from the idyllic Clear Island to Old Man London--the characters also run the gamut: criminal, professional, genius, provincial, fanatic. The novel evades the reader's aim to discern a moral, instead exploring the motions of consciousness through various lives in nine distinct and elegant voices. Although the numerous viewpoints can be distancing, the challenges of this intellectual puzzle propel the reader to the rather bizarre but compelling last two chapters. As Mitchell's Mr. Cavendish purports, "We all think we're in control of our own lives, but really they're pre-ghostwritten by forces around us." So how well does the thing read? Very well. Perhaps not revelatory, but this contemplative pleasure of a book is recommended for all public libraries. [Previewed in Prepub Alert, LJ 5/1/00.]--Ann Kim, "Library Journal" Copyright 2000 Cahners Business Information.\
Adam Begley
[An] amazing first novel...Mr. Mitchell pulls it off brilliantly...a book that wants to be read twice.
New York Observer
Tom LeClair
In the ghost world of quantum physics, coincidence seems natural, so I'm not amazed at receiving--independently, mind you--two highly praised European novels explicitly influenced by Niels Bohr and Werner Heisenberg. Along with these fathers of quantum theory, David Mitchell channels other dead European geniuses: Alan Turing, forerunner of cognitive science; Carl Jung, analyst of archetypes; Virginia Woolf and James Joyce, inventors of polyphonal fiction. Ghostwritten was shortlisted last year for the Guardian Prize, a new competitor to Britain's prestigious Booker Prize. Now published in the United States, the novel seems as American as the fiction of Thomas Pynchon, Don DeLillo and Paul Auster. Like these writers, Mitchell is a globe-orbiting satellite camera, able to see half of everything at once and able to peer into minds that don't use English. Ghostwritten opens and closes in the head of a Japanese man who has dropped the poison gas sarin in a Tokyo subway to cleanse the world for spiritual rebirth. In between these terrorist bookends are eight sections, averaging fifty pages in length, about eight characters in, respectively, Tokyo, Hong Kong, a Chinese village, Mongolia, St. Petersburg, Russia, London, an Irish village and New York City. While the progress of these sections moves against the earth's rotation, time flows forward, so a major character in an early part can become a minor character affecting events in a later part. Or, in quantum fashion, vice versa. In place of plot, Mitchell engineers many degrees of separation and connection, sometimes with a literal ghost or "noncorpum that transmigrates from one live person to another and 'writes'" --or dictates--characters' actions, mostly in China and Mongolia, where the proprietor of a teahouse near a Buddhist shrine and a housewife in Ulan Bator believe in daimons. More believable to this reader is Mitchell's ghost in the multinational machine: money. Because a young money-laundering lawyer in Hong Kong unexpectedly dies, art thieves in St. Petersburg are killed. The intermediate causes--phantom cash transfers and the like--are invisible but real. When an Irish physicist tries to run away from a profitable high-tech company that depends on her brain, she is hunted from Hong Kong to Ireland by government spooks. At novel's end, her "Quancog" invention (quantum cognition in hardware form) and the Japanese terrorist's "Arupadhata" (pure soul) compete for planetary power on a late-night New York City radio call-in show of which one "Bat" Segundo is host. Though hyperbolic and apocalyptic, this duel between science and spirit plausibly emerges from the mostly realistic sections preceding it. Like a literal ghostwriter, Mitchell conceals his attitude toward the voices he ventriloquizes. All the sections are in first person. Some are vivid character sketches--a teen-age clerk in a Tokyo CD shop, the rustic family of the Irish scientist. Other, conventionally plotted sections rely on stereotypes--a greedy English lawyer, a Russian femme fatale, even a bumbling London ghostwriter. The thirty-one-year-old author's strengths and, I believe, interests lie less in people and plot than in setting and system. Mitchell gives very careful attention to earthly locales that have not yet become ghost towns, destroyed by multinational uniformity. If Mitchell has not been to Ulan Bator, he, like Pynchon and DeLillo in their Asias, makes us believe he has taken the long journey by train. During the ride, I also believe, Mitchell spent lots of time thinking about parallels between Buddhist cosmology and quantum mechanics, analogs between cognitive science's pandemonium inside our brains and the noisy wired world outside our heads. One of Mitchell's characters says stories use people "to tell themselves." Like Mitchell's blind Irish musician, Japanese jazz aficionado and American disc jockey, the author is more an arranger of stories than a composer. Because the stories seem found, Ghostwritten--with its sometimes loose, sometimes tight connections--feels like a more appropriate model of reality than plotted realism offers. Like a walking tour of the world, Ghostwritten can be slow going page by page but a glory to behold from afar, a chaotic order, an elegant swirl.
Daniel Mendelsohn
...intricately assembled Fabergé egg of a novel, full of sly and sometimes beautiful surprises...[Mitchell's] book is worth a dozen of the morally anorexic first novels that regularly come down the pipe.
New York Magazine
Kirkus Reviews
An inordinately ambitious first novel, the work of a Westerner living in Japan, traces a chain of events that affect lives on several continents, explored in stories "ghostwritten" by other (in some cases, literally alien) intelligences than those of the people who experience them.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780375724503
  • Publisher: Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 10/9/2001
  • Series: Vintage Contemporaries Series
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 448
  • Sales rank: 158,078
  • Product dimensions: 5.20 (w) x 8.00 (h) x 0.94 (d)

Meet the Author

David Mitchell

David Mitchell is the award-winning and bestselling author of The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet, Black Swan Green, Cloud Atlas, Number9Dream, and Ghostwritten. Twice shortlisted for the Man Booker Prize, Mitchell was named one of the 100 most influential people in the world by Time in 2007. With KA Yoshida, Mitchell co-translated from the Japanese the international bestselling memoir The Reason I Jump. He lives in Ireland with his wife and two children.

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OKINAWA
Who was blowing on the nape of my neck?
I swung around. The tinted glass doors hissed shut. The light was bright. Synthetic ferns swayed, very gently, up and down the empty lobby. Nothing moved in the sun-smacked car park. Beyond, a row of palm trees and the deep sky.
"Sir?"
I swung around. The receptionist was still waiting, offering me her pen, her smile as ironed as her uniform. I saw the pores beneath her make-up, and heard the silence beneath the muzak, and the rushing beneath the silence.
"Kobayashi. I called from the airport, a while ago. To reserve a room." Pinpricking in the palms of my hands. Little thorns.
"Ah, yes, Mr. Kobayashi. . ." So what if she didn't believe me? The unclean check into hotels under false names all the time. To fornicate, with strangers. "If I could just ask you to fill in your name and address here, sir ... and your profession?"
I showed her my bandaged hand. "I'm afraid you'll have to fill the form in for me."
"Certainly ... My, how did that happen?"
"A door closed on it."
She winced sympathetically, and turned the form around. "Your profession, Mr. Kobayashi?"
"I'm a software engineer. I develop products for different companies, on a contract-by-contract basis."
She frowned. I wasn't fitting her form. "I see, no company as such, then . . ."
"Let's use the company I'm working with at the moment." Easy. The Fellowship's technology division will arrange corroboration.
"Fine, Mr. Kobayashi...Welcome to the Okinawa Garden Hotel."
"Thank you."????????
"Are you visiting Okinawa for business or for sightseeing, Mr. Kobayashi?" ????????
Was there something quizzical in her smile? Suspicion in her face?
"Partly business, partly sightseeing. "I deployed my alpha control voice.
"We hope you have a pleasant stay. Here's your key, sir. Room 307. If we can assist you in any way, please don't hesitate to ask."
You? Assist me? "Thank you."
Unclean, unclean. These Okinawans never were pureblooded Japanese. Different, weaker ancestors. As I turned away and walked toward the elevator, my ESP told me she was smirking to herself. She wouldn't be smirking if she knew the caliber of mind she was dealing with. Her time will come, like all the others.
Not a soul was stirring in the giant hotel. Hushed corridors stretched into the noontime distance, empty as catacombs.
There's no air in my room. Use of air-conditioning is prohibited in Sanctuary because it impairs alpha waves. To show solidarity with my brothers and sisters, I switched it off and opened the windows. The curtains I keep drawn. You never know whose telephoto lens might be looking in.
I looked out into the eye of the sun. Naha is a cheap, ugly city. But for the background band of Pacific aquamarine this city could be any tentacle of Tokyo. The usual red-and-white TV transmitter, broadcasting the government's subliminal command frequencies. The usual department stores rising like windowless temples, dazzling the unclean into compliance. The urban districts, the factories pumping out poison into the air and water supplies. Fridges abandoned in wastegrounds of lesser trash. What grafted-on pieces of ugliness are their cities! I imagine the New Earth sweeping this festering mess away like a mighty broom, returning the land to its virginal state. Then the Fellowship will create something we deserve, which the survivors will cherish for eternity.
I cleaned myself and examined my face in the bathroom mirror. You are one such survivor, Quasar. Strong features, highlighting my samurai legacy. Ridged eyebrows. A hawkish nose. Quasar, the harbinger. His Serendipity had chosen my name prophetically. My role was to pulse at the edge of the universe of the faithful, alone in the darkness. An outrider. A herald.
The extractor fan droned. Somewhere beyond its drone I could hear a little girl, sobbing. So much sadness in this twisted world. I began shaving.
I awoke early, not remembering where I was for the first few moments. Jigsaw pieces of my dream lay dropped around. There had been Mr. Ikeda, my home-room teacher from high school, and two or three of the worst bullies. My biological father had appeared too. I remembered that day when the bullies had got everyone in the class to pretend that I was dead. By afternoon it had spread through the whole school. Everyone pretended they couldn't see me. When I spoke they pretended they couldn't hear me. Mr. Ikeda got to hear about it, and as a society-appointed guardian of young minds what did he take it upon himself to do? The bastard conducted a funeral service for me during the final home-room hour. He'd even lit some incense, and led the chanting, and everything.
Before His Serendipity lit my life I was defenseless. I sobbed and screamed at them to stop, but nobody saw me. I was dead.
After awakening, I found I was tormented with an erection. Too much gamma wave interference. I meditated under my picture of His Serendipity until it had subsided.
If it's funerals the unclean want, they shall have them aplenty, during the White Nights, before His Serendipity rises to claim his kingdom. Funerals with no mourners.
I walked down the Kokusai Dori, the main street of the city, doubling back and weaving off to lose anybody who was trailing me. Unfortunately my alpha potential is still too weak to achieve invisibility, so I have to shake trailers the old-fashioned way. When I was sure nobody was following me I ducked into a games center and placed a call from a telephone booth. Public call boxes are much less likely to be bugged.
"Brother, this is Quasar. Please connect me with the minister of defense."
"Certainly, brother. The minister is expecting you. Permit me to congratulate you on the success of our recent mission."
I was put on hold for a couple of moments. The minister of defense is a favorite of His Serendipity's. He graduated from the Imperial University. He was a judge, before hearing the call of His Serendipity. He is a born leader. "Ah, Quasar. Excellent. You are in good health?"
"On His Serendipity's service, Minister, I always enjoy good health. I have overcome my allergies, and for nine months I haven't suffered from-"
"We are delighted with you. His Serendipity is mightily impressed with the depth of your faith. Mightily impressed. He is meditating on your anima now, in his retreat. On yours alone, for fortification and enrichment."
"Minister! I beg you to convey my deepest thanks."
"Gladly. You've earned it. This is a war against the unclean myriad, and in this war acts of courage do not go unacknowledged, nor unrewarded. Now. You'll be wondering how long you are to remain away from your family. The Cabinet believes seven days will suffice."
"I understand, Minister." I bowed deeply.
"Have you seen the television reports?"
"I avoid the lies of the unclean state, Minister. For what snake would willingly heed the voice of the snakecharmer? Even though I am away from Sanctuary, His Serendipity's instructions are inscribed in my heart. I imagine we have caused a stir among the hornets."
"Indeed. They are talking about terrorism, showing the unclean foaming at the mouth. The poor animals are almost to be pitied-almost. As His Serendipity predicted, they are missing the point that it is their sins being visited on their heads. Be proud, Quasar, that you were one of the chosen ministers of justice! The 39th Sacred Revelation: Pride in one's sacrifice is not a sin but selfrespect. Keep a low profile, nonetheless. Blend in. Do a little sightseeing. I trust your expense account will suffice?"
"The treasurer was most generous, and my needs are simple."
"Very good. Contact us again in seven days. The Fellowship looks forward to welcoming our beloved brother home."
I returned to the hotel for my midday cleaning and meditation. I ate some crackers, seaweed snacks and cashew nuts, and drank green tea from a vending machine outside my room. When I went out again after lunch the unclean receptionist gave me a map, and I chose a tourist spot to visit.
The Japanese naval headquarters was set in a scrubby park at the top of a hill overlooking Naha, to the north. During the war it had been so well hidden that it took the invading Americans three weeks after they had seized Okinawa to stumble across it. The Americans are not a very bright race. They miss the obvious. Their embassy had the effrontery to deny His Serendipity a residence visa ten years ago. Now, of course, His Serendipity can come and go where he pleases using subspace conversion techniques. He has visited the White House several times, unhindered.
I paid for my ticket and went down the steps. The dim coolness welcomed me. A pipe somewhere was dripping. There was one more surprise waiting for the American invaders. In order to die an honorable death, the full contingent of four thousand men had taken their own lives. Twenty days previously.
Honor. What does this frothy, idol-riddled world of the unclean know of honor? Walking through the tunnels I stroked the walls with my fingertips. I stroked the scars on the wall, made by the grenade blasts and the picks that the soldiers had used to dig their stronghold, and I felt true kinship with them. The same kinship I feel at Sanctuary. With my enhanced alpha quotient, I was picking up on their anima residue. I wandered the tunnels until I lost track of the time.
As I left that memorial to nobility a coachload of tourists arrived. I took one look at them, with their cameras and potato-chip packets and their stupid Kansai expressions and their limbless minds with less alpha capacity than a housefly, and I wished that I had one more phial of the cleansing fluid left, so that I could lob it down the stairs after them and lock them in. They would be cleansed in the same way that the money-blinded of Tokyo had been cleansed. It would have appeased the souls of the young soldiers who had died for their beliefs decades ago, as I had been ready to do only seventy-two hours ago. They were betrayed by the puppet governments that despoiled our land after the war. As have we all been betrayed by a society evolving into markets for Disney and McDonald's. All that sacrifice, to build what? To build an unsinkable aircraft carrier for the United States.
But I had no phials left, and so I had to endure those unclean, chattering, defecating, spawning, defiling, cretins. Literally, they made me gasp for air.
I walked back down the hill under the palm trees.

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Table of Contents

Okinawa 1
Tokyo 33
Hong Kong 63
Holy Mountain 107
Mongolia 147
Petersburg 197
London 255
Clear Island 311
Night Train 373
Underground 421
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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 1, 2012

    What just happened?

    I literally have no idea what I just read. None of the individual character stories were very interesting to me, but I forced myself to continue reading - hoping it would come together later, as Cloud Atlas did. I WAS SORELY DISSAPPINTED. I just finished and feel like I wasted my time. I suppose there is the chance that it went over my head and I failed to understand some greater meaning - but I missed the point entirely. I thoroughly enjoyed Cloud Atlas, which I read first, and that was fairly complicated and I loved it, so I just don't know if it was me or if the book just stunk. I vote stinky.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 16, 2004

    Not a beach read!

    I read this book and enjoyed it very much and then read the reviews here and realized I completely missed the reoccuring symbolism and other 'writerly devices.' I read the book just as an interesting book and enjoyed it very much, especially the section set in China, which functions very well as an unique view of the events that have taken place in China's history. I also enjoyed seeing how the characters all inter-related. My only con was that I felt, to truly understand the book deeply, you would have to read it with a fine tooth comb, which would be very well suited for a modern lit college class, but not for reading for enjoyment. I think this would be a more enjoyable book the second time around, but I was not overly tempted to start the book all over again. My rec is to buy this if you want to work through your read, not sleep through it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 8, 2002

    Don't Plan To Sleep Your Way Through

    I'd love to loan this out to my friends, but fear I wouldn't get it back. Fabulous writing. Plotting so tight you're not aware it's happening. Draws on a range of experiences and a depth of knowledge that should be impossible at his age. Perhaps Mr. Mitchell is the reincarnation of a past great writer.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 20, 2001

    Amazing

    When I discovered Don Delillo not too long ago with White Noise, I was pleased to find that this great author was not new by any means, only new to me. This meant that there were many other books of his out there that I could look into. Such is not the case with David Mitchell though, as GhostWritten is his first novel (although you wouldn't know it upon reading it). He seems too polished and talented for this to be his first book. I now wish all the books that I read were written by him. I was amazed at just how good this book was, and like AHWOSG by Eggers, it just got better and better the further you read. I loved it and would recommend it to anyone, regardless of tastes.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 10, 2001

    Beyond pigeonholes, beyond comparison, beyond reproach.

    This collection of shortstories defies categorisation. The cover reviews talk about cyberpunk, but I have no idea what that means. To me, this a book in an old-fashioned and tried and trusted tradition of great storytelling. Characters are fantastically rich, and the references to Eastern mythology add greatly to this work. A simply tremendous book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 8, 2000

    Insightful and inventive - an amazing read!

    Best book I have read in a long time. It's bound to become a classic. As I read chapter after chapter I kept thinking, where does this guy get this stuff from? Totally amazing. Fresh, different and to the point. Right up to the minute. The perfect start to a new millenium. Now on my second read and its even better...

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 26, 2014

    Ghostwritten is the first novel by British author, David Mitchel

    Ghostwritten is the first novel by British author, David Mitchell. Told by nine different narrators, with a plot spanning centuries and continents, this is an amazing debut novel. The narrators are a member of a doomsday cult who releases poison gas in a subway in Tokyo, and details his retreat to Okinawa and a small nearby island, Kume-jima; a jazz aficionado who works as a sales clerk in a Tokyo music store; a lawyer in a financial institution in Hong Kong who has been moving large sums of money from a certain account; a woman who owns a Tea Shack on China's Holy Mountain and speaks to a tree; a non-corporeal sentient entity which is searching for who or what it is; a gallery attendant in Petersburg who is involved in an art theft scam; a ghostwriter/drummer living in London who saves a woman from being run over by a taxi; an Irish nuclear physicist who quits her job when she finds her research is being used for military purposes; and a late night radio talkback DJ who finds himself fielding calls from an intriguing caller referring to himself as the zookeeper. Mitchell weaves together these nine narrations into a cohesive whole with vague or occasionally direct references to a myriad of common themes, characters, objects, or words (including, but not limited to, albino conger eels, camphor trees, an earth-bound comet, Kilmagoon whiskey, jazz music, cleaning toilets and artificial intelligence) in each narration. His characters muse on, ponder and articulate on various themes: love/lust; chance/fate; brainwashing; propaganda; one's own place in the world; why we are who we are; principles; and the character of London Underground Lines; There is humour, irony, intrigue, and a plentiful helping of tongue-in-cheek comments. And when Mo Muntervary tells Father Wally “Phenomena are interconnected regardless of distance, in a holistic ocean more voodoo than Newton”, she could be describing Mitchell’s own love affair with connections: fans of Mitchell's work will also recognise certain characters and concepts from his other novels, in particular, Cloud Atlas, Black Swan Green and number9dream. This is a brilliant debut novel.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 30, 2009

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    Pass on this one

    The reviews claim this is "gracefully plotted", a "marvelous puzzle", or a "well-crafted relief map". Truly, more like "plodded", a puzzle that's missing pieces, lots of pieces, and a relief map? More like a map to nowhere, and a relief that the book was done! I really was looking forward to finding out what this special destiny was, or how the puzzle would come together. Time to sweep these pieces in a box and recycle...

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 29, 2006

    Recommended reading

    In 2005, I read Cloud Atlas. I enjoyed this book as much - they are really good stories that I did not want to finish. The inter-relationships of the stories are fascinating. I have become a David Mitchell fan.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 8, 2013

    Mostly a disappointment

    Some good moments, but mostly a disappointment compared with "Cloud Atlas," which I read first.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 20, 2013

    DRM alert: DO NOT BUY

    This book has anti-consumer DRM. You will be prevented from reading it on a non-Nook reader, DO NOT BUY.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 27, 2012

    Boner

    I got a boner from this book

    0 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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