Ghostwritten by David Mitchell

“The human world is made of stories, not people. The people the stories use to tell themselves are not to be blamed” 

A gallery attendant at the Hermitage. A young jazz buff in Tokyo. A crooked British lawyer in Hong Kong. A disc jockey in Manhattan. A physicist in Ireland. An elderly woman running a tea shack in rural China. A cult-controlled terrorist in Okinawa. A musician in London. A transmigrating spirit in Mongolia. What is the common thread of coincidence or destiny that connects the lives of these nine souls in nine far-flung countries, stretching across the globe from east to west? What pattern do their linked fates form through time and space?

A writer of pyrotechnic virtuosity and profound compassion, a mind to which nothing human is alien, David Mitchell spins genres, cultures, and ideas like gossamer threads around and through these nine linked stories. Many forces bind these lives, but at root all involve the same universal longing for connection and transcendence, an axis of commonality that leads in two directions—to creation and to destruction. In the end, as lives converge with a fearful symmetry, Ghostwritten comes full circle, to a point at which a familiar idea—that whether the planet is vast or small is merely a matter of perspective—strikes home with the force of a new revelation. It marks the debut of a writer of astonishing gifts.

I am so confused. I have no idea why this book has such a cult following. 

I saw the links between each of the characters in each chapter (yes, very clever and very well done) but now that I've finished the book, I still feel like I'm missing something. To be honest, the stories got harder and harder to read and enjoy the further on I got. I nearly stopped at the 75% mark, but I persisted, and now I'm left feeling like I've just wasted my time. 

So much potential but it was obviously wasted on me.