I like speculative fiction and Margaret Atwood is an author able to create a realistic world of the future that’s too close for comfort. Gene-spliced animals and pandemic contagion–I hope her visionary settings remain fiction. They would be great movies. At the core, the MaddAddam Trilogy is satire, survival, and unlikely friendships. I recently read the first book and reviewed Oryx and Crake (2003). Did you miss that post? https://cindybruchman.wordpress.com/2013/11/21/read-this-oryx-and-crake-by-margaret-atwood/
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I just finished the second installment, The Year of the Flood (2009), and was not disappointed. Atwood’s prose is straightforward and casual while jumping from the minds of a few principal characters. This limited first person is one of my favorite styles. You get a multiple of reactions to the same scenario.
In this story, the Gardeners are ex-scientists and medical professionals who gave up their allegiance to the Corp and started a commune honoring all that is natural and organic. Principal characters become a Gardener, and as the story of survival unfolds, gene-spliced animals, man is hunted for amusement, and science has run amok, The Year of the Flood reminds me of The Island of Dr. Moreau and The Running Man. I can’t wait to begin the last book in the trilogy that came out in 2013, MaddAddam: A Novel.
Just today, a student of mine brought this to my attention. Looks like the future is today. Check out this disturbing article about pigs with human organs.
Do what you feel in your heart to be right- for you’ll be criticized anyway. You’ll be damned if you do, and damned if you don’t. –Eleanor Roosevelt
Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing. –Benjamin Franklin
If opportunity doesn’t knock, build a door.–Milton Berle
Don’t judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant. — Robert Louis Stevenson
“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.” –Teddy Roosevelt