Critics have praised the originality and experimental nature of David Mitchell's novel, Cloud Atlas, which might best be described as six interwoven novellas in as many genres. It's a fascinating book, and my purpose is not to suggest it is in any way unoriginal.
It did, however, from page one and increasingly thereafter, remind me of somebody close to my heart.
True, the stories in Cloud Atlas are interconnected, but only just by a thread. The connections are not at all obvious for a while. During the first sections, while I was wondering what the heck was happening, I thought of Anthony Burgess' The End of the World News. Burgess wrote this so-called novel by intersplicing three utterly unconnected works, in three unrelated genres, all of which he'd written for people who hadn't used them or paid him.
The Burgess homage does not end there, however. Burgess was a professor of linguistics, and his unsurpassed understanding of language shows up primarily in his ability to invent his own. (I refer you most famously to A Clockwork Orange, and most infamously to the screenplay for Quest for Fire.) In two of the novellas of Cloud Atlas, David Mitchell lets us watch human language disintegrate in the near and distant future, in a systematic, entirely scientific way. Slang and abbreviations take over first, and then parts of speech drop off so that that nouns must be used as verbs. Burgess would have been proud.
I submit that Cloud Atlas is not only an experiment, but is also a gift from one of Britain's best living novelists to one of the greatest in that nation's history.