Derik Badman's Journal

Memory works in odd ways. I was reading a zine about a post-apocalyptic gothic role-playing game, Dirge of Urazya by Jack Shear that arrived in the mail the other day, and one of the adventuring group ideas was travelling entertainers. My memory flashed to a story of a woman in a travelling troupe doing Shakespeare in a post-apocalyptic midwest. I couldn't quite place it, then I thought of Emily St. John Mandel's Station Eleven which I knew I had thought about reading for awhile, but I didn't think I had read it. But after I sat down at my computer and did some searching, it appears that is the novel I was thinking of and I must have read it. I can't really remember much of the plot at all...