Is it possible to write an epilogue for the world?

That was the feeling I got, anyway, from the much acclaimed Station Eleven, a book only about 330 pages long but took me months to read. I got it for Christmas. It’s not that I’ve been busy, which I have, it’s just that the book gives you what can only be accurately called “the feels.” You can’t take too much of it at one time, like a cocktail that’s a little bit too bitter and doesn’t trick you into thinking it’s juice. Mmm… where was I?

In Station Eleven, Emily St. John Mandel weaves together the spoiler for the last page of the world. Civilization is dead from a pandemic called the Georgia Flu, and the survivors gather in the aftermath to begin the arduous task of life without electricity, gas, or internet (NOOOOOOOO…) The story is woven around the pivotal…