Mitchell doesn’t just write books, he puts impressions onto paper that speak directly into the right side of our brains. Oh, and did I mention that it has nine sections that are really ten, perhaps to signify that life in all its coexisting facets is bigger and weirder than the sum of its parts – and remember that #9 is BIG in Japanese doojah-ology.
This has sucked me in straight away. I heart David Mitchell and it’s not just that I am reading it before sleep that some images (and the toons as well of course) pervade my dreams, it is more to do with Mitchell’s word painting. Take that moment (in 3. Hong Kong, if my memory serves me right) where a head fractures into those easter egg pieces or how about that moment he listened to Blackbird from the White Album; he had heard it before but hadn’t listened and is blown away by its beauty.