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Just finished David Mitchell’s “Number 9 Dream”. Loved every minute of it until the very end, which didn’t seem to exist. In fact he left the last chapter unwritten in some cute or smug gesture at openness and alternate possibilties. I didn’t appreciate it. I recall “Cloud Atlas” also had a disappointing ending. Anyway the rest of the book was fabulous; it’s clear Mitchell has done a lot of reading and thinking about dreams and our experience of them versus reality. There was one dialog about how people experience two worlds in their lives; the world of “reality” and the world of their imagination. This was a sort of Blakean dichotomy for me especially when the speaker posited that when a baby is in utero there is only imagination and no reality. I suppose one might argue that a baby’s brain is only forming and not much dialogue is going on in there, but to me the probability of what is happening as humans originate is so infinitesimal that each birth is a miracle unbounded by our reason - and as such anything is possible in there.
