I don't know long it would take for copies of Entertainment Weekly to end up on the shelves of a British Borders but it was a long time, and anyway, there's no Borders here anymore anyhow and I've never seen another chain take it. I'm depending on Americans to read the magazine for me, and pass on anything interesting.
The Playlist have stepped up to relate news from a Natalie Portman in the latest issue of the magazine. Here she is on the subject of Cloud Atlas, both the David Mitchell novel and upcoming film adaptation:
I don't know what's going on with financing. I read it while doing V for Vendetta and I gave it to the Wachowskis and to Tom Tykwer. Now they're directing it together, the three of them. I will have some acting role in it if it happens, but probably nothing major.
So she was the secret matchmaker that brought the project all together – well, except the all-important money. From her last statement it almost sounds like she's going to take a part in the film just to have a part, and doesn't even know what small role she'll be playing.
The big news is that The Wachowskis and Tom Tykwer will direct the film together, something that had been speculated before, but never confirmed. The novel is so episodic that it seems reasonable to assume the film, if ever it gets made, will be parcelled out with the Wachowskis handling some chapters, Tykwer some others.
Here's a little bit of what Publisher's Weekly had to say about the novel:
At once audacious, dazzling, pretentious and infuriating, Mitchell's third novel weaves history, science, suspense, humor and pathos through six separate but loosely related narratives… Each of the narratives is set in a different time and place, each is written in a different prose style, each is broken off mid-action and brought to conclusion in the second half of the book. Among the volume's most engaging story lines is a witty 1930s-era chronicle, via letters, of a young musician's effort to become an amanuensis for a renowned, blind composer and a hilarious account of a modern-day vanity publisher who is institutionalized by a stroke and plans a madcap escape in order to return to his literary empire (such as it is).
For what it's worth, there's a certain amount of science fiction in the book, but that summary didn't even hint at it.