


There’s something mildly intoxicating, in fact, about entering this utopia, called Prospera, because Cronin’s shrewd world-building allows us to have it both ways. The narration’s pleasingly sharp details.are some of the many appealing things about The Ferryman, a 538-page book that clips along as effortlessly as you might scroll through a well-curated Instagram feed. Soon Proctor finds himself questioning everything he once believed, entangled with a much bigger cause than he realized-and on a desperate mission to uncover the truth. And then comes the day he is summoned to retire his own father, who gives him a disturbing and cryptic message before being wrestled onto the ferry. For another, his monitor percentage has begun to drop alarmingly fast. For one thing, he's been dreaming-which is supposed to be impossible in Prospera. Proctor Bennett has a satisfying career as a ferryman, gently shepherding people through the retirement process. Then they retire themselves, embarking on a ferry ride to the island known as the Nursery, where their failing bodies are renewed, their memories are wiped clean, and they are readied to restart life afresh. In this island paradise, Prospera's lucky citizens enjoy long, fulfilling lives until the monitors embedded in their forearms, meant to measure their physical health and psychological well-being, fall below 10 percent. Founded by the mysterious genius known as the Designer, the archipelago of Prospera lies hidden from the horrors of a deteriorating outside world.
