Atwood's exemplary tragic novel of an alarming (and terrifyingly conceivable) future America has remunerated rehashing like no other book; I've presumably 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 glorious survivor and writer, and the subtle elements of everything from ordinary day by day life to ritualized sex and savagery 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 kickbacks proceed to wax and wind down, however ladies' rights stay in the spotlight. What's more, regardless of its situations of awesome depression, The Handmaid's Tale is eventually a cheerful book — Offred, and others, essentially 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 epitomizes the social and mental effect that a work of fiction can make. – Jill
