I'm finally coming to terms with the fact that Mitchell is never going to write another "Cloud Atlas," which is one of my favorite books. Not only is this book desperately in need of a better editor -- it's 600+ pages of overly-detailed tangents that add nothing to the story -- but the prose is downright irritating. The second half barely goes a quarter-page without a made-up term using the prefix "psycho-" or "sub-", much the way that 80s/90s sci-fi novels gratingly and constantly used "cyber-". It took all my willpower to get through the last 150 pages in the hopes that the end would redeem it. NOPE. Just don't read it.