Atwood's great tragic novel of a frightening (and terrifyingly conceivable) future America has remunerated rehashing like no other book; I've most likely perused it 30 times at this point. The universe of the storyteller, Offred (from "Of Fred" — ladies never again have their own particular names), is chilling, however she is a grand survivor and recorder, and the subtle elements of everything from commonplace day by day life to ritualized sex and viciousness to her memories of the time previously (our contemporary reality, as found in the '80s) are completely reasonable. The novel is as pertinent today as ever; women's activist backfires proceed to wax and disappear, yet ladies' rights stay in the spotlight. What's more, regardless of its situations of extraordinary gloom, The Handmaid's Tale is at last a confident book — Offred, and others, basically can't be human without the likelihood of expectation, and in that lies the quality of the protection. All of Atwood merits perusing, yet this book best embodies the social and mental effect that a work of fiction can make. – Jill
