Station Eleven Is Your Weekly Reminder That The World Is Going to End Soon

23 Apr

StationElevenHCUS2In the precious reading time afforded by my daily commute, the world is often ending. Sometimes its Armageddon by plague (The Stand, The Dog Stars, Blindness); sometimes by zombies or vampires (World War Z, Warm Bodies, The Strain); sometimes by nature (The Age of Miracles). Every so often the end comes by way of nuclear war (A Canticle for Leibowitz), or global destitution (Ready Player One), or deadly sightings of something or someone as-yet unidentified (Bird Box). The method doesn’t matter; what does is the universal consensus among the fiction-writing community that shit is going to hit the fan at some point, and that humans are not emotionally prepared for that cleanup.

Despite a heretofore limitless appetite for end-of-the-world novels, I went into Station Eleven—which served six dutiful months un-cracked on my nightstand—feeling a bit burned out on the genre. What could Emily St. John Mandel say that so many others hadn’t already? What point could she make that would separate Station Eleven from the dozens of post-apocalyptic books that have come before, whose conclusions can be summed up in a few tweets: Fate is fickle; people are inherently bad, or inherently good, depending on the author. Humanity is resilient. These notions—sometimes mixed in with bits of zombie and/or vampire lore—are the main tenets of fiction’s collective Hot Take on the end of the world. Winter Is Coming, and people will do anything for a coat. 

On premise, Station Eleven is little different from its predecessors. In the not-so-distant future, the fast-acting and fatal Georgia Flu wipes out ninety-nine percent of the population. Those who survive, whether through immunity or luck, spend 20 years watching the world transform from a panicked violent wasteland into a slightly less panicked and moderately less violent collection of wary societies, small towns and groups who have clung together in the pursuit of community or, in some cases, power. Among these communities is the Traveling Symphony, a roving band/theater troupe who walk from town to town performing Shakespeare. Kirsten Raymonde, who as a child briefly acted alongside famed thespian Arthur Leander, is a member of the Symphony, and spends her non-walking hours either performing on stage or scavenging abandoned houses for supplies and clues about the pre-plague world. Just 8 years old when the Flu struck, Kirsten often wonders whether the new paradigm is easier or harder for those who remember how things were.

Hers is a question central to the novel, and one that makes me understand Mandel’s knee-jerk reaction to Station Eleven being dubbed “science-fiction.” Sure, a loosely described medical situation is behind the fall of humanity, but this book is primarily concerned with both the days, months and years leading up to the Flu, and the years and decades that follow it. The mechanism by which this line in the sand of human history gets drawn is, for the most part, irrelevant. What matters is that once there were billions of people, and only one in 300 of them survived. What matters is that there used to be cars and planes and cell phones and refrigerators and lights, and now there aren’t. What matters is that some people were 50 when the world changed, others children, and still others were born into this new world—kids and teens who never knew electricity and marvel at the idea of air travel. Understanding one’s place in such a seismic change is more the focal point of Station Eleven than what set that change off, and in this way the novel brings to mind Tom Perrotta’s The Leftovers (upon which the HBO show is based), whose entire infuriating conceit is the unknowability of why shit happens.

Kirsten’s back story with Leander also plays a role in Station Eleven, as the novel alternates between present-day (20 years post-Flu) and the period of time leading up to the outbreak, those last unappreciated days of normalcy before all hell broke loose. Their stories—Kirsten’s, Leander’s—are mixed in with flashbacks from Arthur’s first wife Miranda, his old friend Clark, and finally Jeevan, a paparazzo-turned-reporter-turned-aspiring EMT who is watching Leander play King Lear in the novel’s opening (pre-Flu) scene. There are times earlier in Station Eleven when the link between Kirsten and the others seems tenuous at best—a less-than-perfect attempt on Mandel’s part to create a human connection that justifies her love of before-and-after moments. But as the narrative unfolds, so too do a series of developments that cast some of these relationships in new light and serve to tie everything together.

Mandel’s obsession with the blissfully ignorant days before the Flu, her constant need to remind us of the things we take for granted—technology, but also civility and order—can make Station Eleven seem preachy, though admittedly in a wistful sort of way. Fortunately, the back-and-forth narrative, half of which is spent in scenes that predate the Flu, distracts from what might otherwise have become a grating refrain, and Mandel’s small touches of apocalyptic originality—the Symphony among them—make the novel compulsively readable. This is a book not about a flu but about people, not about an outbreak but about an aftermath. It’s about what it means to be human, and how and why we seek out that humanity even in the face of disaster. As suggested by the Star Trek quote painted on the Symphony’s caravan, because survival is inefficient.

3papercutsTITLE: Station Eleven
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AUTHOR: Emily St. John Mandel
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PAGES: 333 (in hardcover)
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ALSO WROTE: Last Night In Montreal, The Lola Quartet
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SORTA LIKE: Beautiful Ruins meets The Dog Stars
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FIRST LINE: “The king stood in a pool of blue light, unmoored.”
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ST REVIEWS OF:
The Stand
The Dog Stars
Warm Bodies
The Age of Miracles
A Canticle for Leibowitz
Ready Player One
Bird Box
The Leftovers

16 Responses to “Station Eleven Is Your Weekly Reminder That The World Is Going to End Soon”

  1. wendyreadsbooks April 23, 2015 at 2:22 pm #

    I loved this book! Good review!

  2. SeriousRachel April 23, 2015 at 3:53 pm #

    Welp, thanks to your distillation of what this book’s about, I now have a mission to track down a copy. Actually, my primary mission is to increase the number of hours in a day, so that more time can be made for reading and thinking. Can’t wait to experience this book and its exploration of societal collapse/rebuilding. Promises to be fascinating!

    • Kira Bindrim April 24, 2015 at 6:57 pm #

      Let me know when you figure out that time-stopping thing. I want in.

      • SeriousRachel April 24, 2015 at 7:24 pm #

        Will do. I’ve also put in for a teleportation device with a few of my scientifically-minded friends and would be happy to keep you in that loop, as well.

  3. debbiedavisbooks April 23, 2015 at 5:45 pm #

    I really liked your review! I read and reviewed Station Eleven a couple of months ago and I enjoyed reading your thoughts on it!

  4. herschelian April 23, 2015 at 10:26 pm #

    This has gone straight to the top five of my must buy/borrow/steal and read book list.
    BTW did you ever read ‘Z for Zacharia’?

    • Kira Bindrim April 24, 2015 at 6:56 pm #

      I haven’t. Taking a look now—totally seems up my alley!

  5. The Geek Undergraduate April 24, 2015 at 6:52 am #

    I really like the sound of this book. From the reveiw it reminds me of the kind of layout that FEED by Mira Grant had and i loved that so now i really want to read station eleven. Brilliant review.

  6. Alondonviewofbooks April 24, 2015 at 8:30 am #

    Great post, I’m morbidly obsessed with those types of novels and read them knowing I’m going to have nightmares.

  7. Eiliries April 27, 2015 at 5:32 am #

    Loved the review. This is a book I keep coming back to on BN.com, and I have gone back and forth on whether I should purchase it. Thanks to your review, I will definitely be including it in my next order. 🙂

  8. Lutheranliar April 27, 2015 at 8:11 am #

    Kira Kira Kira. I can’t begin to tell you how glad I am that you finally cracked open Station 11. And I’m even gladder that you wrote this thoughtful, balanced review. I’m eager to see what you think of The Book of Strange New Things. Which I think you’ll find also probes ‘what it means to be human’. Thank you for this post.

  9. marghouri April 28, 2015 at 2:24 am #

    Reblogged this on marehman and commented:
    Is this really happening????

  10. leatherboundpounds April 30, 2015 at 1:39 am #

    This one has been on my list for too long. Enjoyed the review.
    I’m fascinated by some authors’ rejection of the science fiction genre. It seems petty and elitist.

  11. thesouthernbelle April 30, 2015 at 11:17 am #

    I love everything about your blog! That’s why I’ve nominated you for the Creative Blogger award!!! https://asouthernheart.wordpress.com/2015/04/30/creative-blogger-award/

  12. adelle May 6, 2015 at 8:36 am #

    I’m not usually a fan of end of the world fiction but I read Station Eleven for a book group and loved it. I’ve been recommending it to everyone since (see my blog if you’re interested – less than subtle self plug!) I always like to hear other people’s thoughts on books, transforms what can otherwise be the rather insular experience of reading.

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