But anyway, the book I'm reading now is Called "Cloud Atlas" by David Mitchell, and so far, it's suuuuper interesting. From what Mr. Hill has told me, it seems to be a collection of six stories, all intertwined in some way and all from different viewpoints and styles of diction. The first story, or chapter I guess, is a series of entries in the 'Pacific Journal' of one Adam Ewing. Written in the early 1800's, this journal is Ewing's rosary of adventure, or maybe more like scribblings of his stressors. In his somewhat Cavalier accounts of living in South America, for reasons unknown, he uses a dialect I find strikingly obscure. For example, he says "His pidgin delivered his tale brokenly, so its substance only shall I endeavor to set down here."
Once you get used to his style, the journal is pretty gripping. When the journal ended with... "& morning watches so both starboard & port shifts might" (it cuts there and begins the next story of the book) I was kicked with a sense of confusion and even laughed a bit. The e

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