The Blind Assassin
True to the canon of her work, this Atwood novel immerses us in the crucial questions we face and attempt to answer in our lives. What and where is God if he exists? How do we love? What is the meaning of sensuality? These mysteries do not impede the narrative. A master story teller, Atwood moves... show more
True to the canon of her work, this Atwood novel immerses us in the crucial questions we face and attempt to answer in our lives. What and where is God if he exists? How do we love? What is the meaning of sensuality? These mysteries do not impede the narrative. A master story teller, Atwood moves us through the novel and it's's compelling action, through the new frontier of its character&s lives with her silver-coated yet penetrating prose.
Publish date: September 5th 2000
Publisher: Nan A. Talese
Pages no: 521
Edition language: English
...maybe you'll climb out of it at some point but the smart ones drive off the bridge right at the beginning. Oh, wow. That turned out more meta than I intended. Anyhoo. The first chapter is called The Bridge, it's only two pages long and it's the only good chapter in this book of 521 pages. The...
"They ache like history: things long done with, that still reverberate as pain. When the ache is bad enough it keeps me from sleeping. Every night I yearn for sleep, I strive for it; yet it flutters on ahead of me like a sooty curtain." The Blind Assassin won the Booker Prize in 2000, but please d...
I don't read a lot of lit fic, I'm just not wired for it I suppose. Margaret Atwood is a rare exception though, because she often wanders into my sci-fi neighborhood and generally does a splendid job of it so I wanted to check out her lit fic which I imagine is like a day job for her. I chose The Bl...
Of all the Margaret Atwood novels, The Blind Assassin is the one that wants the hardest to be the best. It won’t be content with being better than its brothers. It aims for the Classic List. It wants to sit alongside Catcher in the Rye, Catch-22, The Grapes of Wrath and various others you think are ...
My first wife and I used to read books together. We would take turns reading chapters aloud, listening. I think we may even have journalled about them. It was a sort of intimacy I realize now that one only encounters in rare circumstances, the ingredients being difficult to obtain. For one, it was a...
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