In my recent post I wrote about my experiment with using Claude Opus to analyze my book history, quiz me about my own book preferences and then recommend my next book. As a result I started reading 2666 by Roberto Bolaño, so far only 80 pages in (my reading is squeezed into the last 30min of my day, and on many occasions my eyes involuntarily shut down much earlier than that).So far enjoying the book but then the amazing Elle Cordova posted about reading Sea of Tranquility by Emily St. John Mandel and I realized that she's the author of Station Eleven. I watched the HBO adaptation back in 2021 when it came out and it immediately became the #1 TV show I've ever experienced. I keep using the word experience on purpose — the show was something unlike anything I'd watched before. Incredibly intimate and poetic. Unfortunately until now I hadn't thought about digging into the source material. But given my deep fascination with the adaptation I have a very strong urge to shelve my reading of…
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