So does Mo Muntervary, a MIT-trained physicist. To begin with, how does The Bone Clocks compare with what’s gone before? Eerie machinations of a global conspiracy that stretches past time and place from Ghostwritten (1999) return. Is this a sign of satisfaction, then? Or a hint that a bit more push was needed by Mitchell to break through from the ranks of a series of impressive tales told with abundant energy and delight, to get to that higher level, where we can agree that his novels will endure as dazzling classics, decades hence? Given Mitchell’s knack for inventive plots, appealing characters, engrossing lore, and fantastic adventures, at the end of all but one of his six novels so far, I wanted more. But immensely satisfying as they are, most nag me a little. I preferred to savor this novel myself, for over the past year I’ve enjoyed each of David Mitchell’s five fictional tales to date. However, to keep my own reactions fresh, I have not read any of these reviews before writing mine. Gaining front-page coverage in the New York Times and the Los Angeles Times, and the feature review in The New Yorker, this much-anticipated novel delivers a sprawling, exciting, otherworldly epic.
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