It chronicles the collapse of the modern day world due to a mysterious and deadly flu virus. Before, there was Arthur Leander, an actor like many others: he made it big, is plagued by popularity, and suffers a cruel hand dealt by fate. After, there is a world-hardened Kirsten Raymonde, who remembers very little from before – except for the aforementioned actor, whom she collects articles about in order to preserve pieces of both her past and that of the world she has lost.
Station Eleven has many shifts in both time and tense. The story jumps from the past (before, during, and after the flu outbreak and the end of the world), to the present (exactly twenty years after the pandemic). It also follows many different characters as they go (or went) about their lives. In the beginning, these stories seem disjointed. Characters and symbols seem to come and go arbitrarily. However, eventually everything ties together in a brilliant, unexpected, and even beautiful way.
This book was also written well in that the language and descriptions used were so astounding and lovely in and of themselves. I could clearly picture everything that the characters saw and feel all of the emotions they felt. Sometimes the story jumped to their stream of consciousness, and a character would relay everything that they saw and felt, down to the silhouette of an ant on a tent. I appreciated these details, and admired how well everything was explained and thought out.
I thoroughly enjoyed reading this book. I would recommend it to anyone, but especially those who are fans of dystopian novels, or books such as The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern. Station Eleven is full of poetic language, interesting insights about life and the world in which we live.