“So, this is it,” I said, looking out over the ruined landscape.
My partner hovered beside me, but didn’t speak. Understanding what I was going through.
Two hundred years ago, Oakenfell had been a quiet court, with none of the grandeur of Argentwood or any of the larger settlements on the mainland. Two hundred years ago, I had moved here, after graduating early at the age of 473.
Two hundred years ago, before the war.
I tore my gaze away from the brackish water that now filled the lake, damage that no glamour but Time could overcome, and watched instead…
At the end of Cloud Atlas, I quipped, “I’m not sure if I just saw one good movie, or six mediocre ones.” To be honest, I’m kind of leaning towards the latter.
Cloud Atlas is a movie setting out to be an epic, created by the Wachowskis (the duo that brought you The Matrix) and Tom Tykwer (of Run Lola Run, which I haven’t seen yet). It’s set up with six loosely connected stories that lead from the 1800s to the distant future (cited as the 24th century in the credits). It’s based on the book by David Mitchell.
When it comes to sexism in language1, there are all sorts of examples. On the one hand, you get the male/female differentiation in occupations. Sometimes this is well-established (waiter/waitress, actor/actress), sometimes still accepted but on the way out (stewardess—there are no “stewards” anymore but the right term is now “flight attendent”), and sometimes it just sounds ridiculous (there are no “aviatrices” any more, although to be fair there aren’t really “aviators” either.2) For my part, I try not to use the -ess forms of the words; I don’t see a reason why “waiter” or “actor” shouldn’t…