I would have much rather read about a 2043 that isn’t everyone’s worst-case scenario coming to life.

But doing a dystopia just stinks of trendiness in writing. I’m not complaining about Mitchell’s writing here, of course not. Mitchell’s dystopia is not dissimilar to most of the other versions I’ve read about or watched over the years, less the Zombies that are sometimes present, of course. I briefly suspected that we might be in for a bit of a dystopian interlude at the end when I read that prediction, but I kind of forgot in all the excitement of the big fight sequence. One of the Horologists predicts a future very similar to this in the 2025 section. Mitchell decides to jump forward another eighteen years to 2043.Īnd in 2043, Holly is seventy-three, and apparently the modern world is coming to an end-horrible gas shortages, the internet is down, electricity is rationed to the point of being unavailable, and famine is knocking at the door of the entire world. I would have been okay with the novel ending with the climactic battle and Holly’s escape from it (sort of the last spoiler, but maybe there will be more), but no. The big battle is fairly exciting, in a telekinetic, throwing tables across the room with the power of your mind and having them run into force fields made with the power of your enemy’s mind kind of way. Our first narrator, Holly Sykes, has been dragged into the whole thing, and offers to help the Horologists in their last stand against the Anchorites. So when last I left off in my seemingly never-ending posts about The Bone Clocks, things were finally starting to get weird, and we were learning about the ages-old war between the Anchorites and the Horologists. Of course, they would’ve been Yosemite trees, so there is that. My copy is a hardcover and I never travel with my dust jackets, so it would have just been a picture of a boring blue hardcover with some trees or something in the background. It wouldn’t have been a great picture, anyway.

I wish I could say that I managed to take a picture of my copy while it was in Yosemite this weekend, but I didn’t.

The bone clocks review