The Singer's Gun, by Emily St. John Mandel, suffers from the
not as good as Station Eleven Syndrome.
But give her a break. She wrote
this before Station Eleven. The novel
must be judged on its own merits.
On its own merits Mandel has written a solid book, with interesting characters and a steady plot line, but there is something thin about the execution. Perhaps because the characters are
immigrants, and Mandel seems uncomfortable with making them too ethnic. Did she feel she would be accused of
(negative) cultural appropriation?
Either way, it mars the novel; there is no sense of place or
purpose to the characters. They are a
bit hallow. They lack a sense of authentic history
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