1. H is for Handmaid’s Tale

    Has it really been eight years since I read this? I’ve read a number of Atwood books since. This seems to be the most culturally relevant novel of Atwood’s, although The Blind Assassin seems like it’s gained traction recently. The Atwood I enjoyed most is actually Oryx and Crake and its sequel The Year of the Flood. I’ve also read The Robber Bride. I think that’s the extent of her works I’ve read. Yeah.


    Look, there are any number of dystopian novels. I’ve even heard it called it’s own genre recently. I know I read Brave New World in high school, and I just read 1984 and Fahrenheit 451. I don’t remember when I read A Clockwork Orange. The Handmaid’s Tale is the first I have a true consciousness of. That might be weird to say. It’s the first one I feel like I owned. (We talk about ownership in education. Not in terms of possession, but in terms of acquiring something deeply enough that you can internalize its ideas, confront them, and make your own conclusions stemming from them.) When I think of dystopia, I think of The Handmaid’s Tale and a student’s story another teacher gave me to read in conjunction with Elie Wiesel’s Night.


    What I think I like about the Atwood is that the writing style matches the destruction of the setting. Maybe it’s that I don’t remember it that well. It seems to me like most dystopian novels feature characters that are central to the way the ruined world works. Offred seems like just a normal person, at least in my memory. That is, perhaps, what’s compelling about 1984 as well.


    I should probably try to write fewer “maybe’s” here, but let’s just think of these as broaching future exploration of topics. And, y’know, just more words. Yay!

  2. Typee was published in 1846, when Melville was 27. Moby-Dick was published when he was 32. (When Melville was on, he was ON.)

    1984 was published in 1949, when Orwell was 46. His first novel Burmese Days was published when he was 31.

    The Edible Woman was published in 1969, when Atwood was 30. The Handmaid’s Tale was published 16 years later, though.

    Fitzgerald was crazy. He was 24 when This Side of Paradise was published and 29 for Gatsby.

    Joyce got Dubliners published at 32, but he published a collection of poetry seven years prior. Ulysses came when he was 40, with only Portrait and a play in between.

    I want to talk about Beckett, but…(Kafka too, for different reasons, of course)

    Coetzee started publishing at 34, but I think the story goes that he didn’t commit himself to novels until 35.

    Philip Roth started publishing at 26.

    Junot Diaz was 28 when Drown came out.

    Capote’s first novel came out when he was 24. In Cold Blood came out 17 years later.

    Sarah Vowell started publishing around 28.

    Susan Sontag’s first experimental novel came at age 30. Her nonfiction started at 33.

    Diane Ackerman published poetry at 28 and nonfiction at 32.

    Edward Abbey was 27 for Jonathan Troy, but didn’t publish nonfiction for 14 more years.

    Hemingway’s short stories started getting published when he was 24.

    Faulkner was 29.

    James Baldwin was also 29. His first published work was Go Tell It on the Mountain.

    Alice Walker was 26 for The Third Life of Grange Copeland. The Color Purple was twelve years later.

    Toni Morrison was 39 when The Bluest Eye was published.

    Paul Bowles was 39 when The Sheltering Sky came out.

    Ralph Ellison was 38 for Invisible Man.

    Actually, let’s end with those.

  3. "Take me to your trees. Take me to your breakfasts, your sunsets, your bad dreams, your shoes, your nouns. Take me to your fingers."
    Margaret Atwood, Good Bones (via loveyourchaos)
  4. "Things can be going along normally, but then “normal” sinks. Our customary picture of life is torn apart, and through the rent in the canvas we see the real world. And it’s a world of wonders, and there are tigers in it."

    Margaret Atwood in a review of Yann Martel’s Life of Pi

  5. "Most yarns have been—over the millennia—travelers’ tales, point being that the traveler was here and you weren’t, so how can you question his eye-witness report? Even Herodotus—dubbed both the father of history and the father of lies—told more of the truth, it now appears, than was once supposed."
    Margaret Atwood in a review of Yann Martel’s Life of Pi
  6. When you say the titles of your books out loud, people sometimes hear them wrong. I’ve seen Bluebeard’s Egg become Bluebird’s Egg, The Handmaid’s Tale become The Handmaiden’s Tale, Oryx and Crake become Onyx and Crake. When I told someone that this book was called Writing with Intent, she said, “Writing within Tents? How do you mean?” But this writing sometimes has been done in tents, or in their equivalent: provisional shelters with just enough light to see by, and just enough heat to make it possible to get on with the job….

    But intent has other meanings. It can mean a state of mind or will, but it can also mean an inclination of spirit or soul. And, as a word, intent is joined at the hip with intense. “Eager,” “keen,” and “resolved” are also mentioned in its dictionary definition. “Having the mind strenuously bet upon something,” says the Shorter Oxford, and that certainly describes the feeling you need to have—or that I need to have—when writing these kinds of pieces [nonfiction]. Inertia is my constant companion, procrastination my household pet. If I’m not eager and keen and resolved and strenuously bent, I find it very difficult to write at all.

    — Margaret Atwood, Writing with Intent

  7. iggymogo:

    kissingunderspiderwebs:

    “Water does not resist. Water flows. When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress. Water is not a solid wall, it will not stop you. But water always goes where it wants to go, and nothing in the end can stand against it. Water is patient. Dripping water wears away a stone. Remember that, my child. Remember you are half water. If you can’t go through an obstacle, go around it. Water does.”

    — Margaret Atwood, The Penelopiad  (via ampliflyahhhh)

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  8. I’m going to go with Atwood’s Surfacing. It was her second novel after she gained success apparently after the ornithology-like Survival: A Thematic Guide to Canadian Literature. Plus, check out all these blurbs! (Apparently, after writing the oddly accessible guide book to Canadian literature, Atwood’s talents were in high demand and therefore highly talked about.)

    I’m going to go with Atwood’s Surfacing. It was her second novel after she gained success apparently after the ornithology-like Survival: A Thematic Guide to Canadian Literature. Plus, check out all these blurbs! (Apparently, after writing the oddly accessible guide book to Canadian literature, Atwood’s talents were in high demand and therefore highly talked about.)

  9. "A woman’s worst nightmare? That’s pretty easy. Novelist Margaret Atwood writes that when she asked a male friend why men feel threatened by women, he answered, “They are afraid women will laugh at them.” When she asked a group of women why they feel threatened by men, they said, “We’re afraid of being killed."

    http://www.pbs.org/kued/nosafeplace/articles/nightmare.html (via alullaby)

    That sums it up

    [trigger warning for the commentary below]

    (via erikawithac)

    This reminds me of a discussion we had in school, and one girl was talking about living in fear of her safety because she is a girl, and this guy chimed in and was all “It’s hard for guys too! I’m so awkward around girls! It’s embarrassing!” Yeah, not the same thing, exactly?

    (via tulletulle)

    Wow.

    (via kittencoaster)

    This reminds me of an article about online (heterosexual) dating that I read a while ago. It listed men’s and women’s worst fears about meeting someone from online. The highest ranked fear that men had was that their date would be fat, whereas the highest ranked fear that women had was that their date would turn out to be violent and kill them. 

    I think that says a lot. 

    (via kaitg)

    Its interesting also that these fears sit subconsciously until woman are asked to exams their responses to men. We women will operate with this fear in mind, the way we protect ourselves, make sure our friends know where we are when we go on a date, words that we use while interacting with men, all in hopes they will not kill us, but simultaneously love us. 

    I think bell hooks made a point about this in her series on love. something along the lines of how can women hope to love and receive love from men when at the foundation of our relationships there is this strong fear of men. you can’t build true trust when your foundation is crumbling under you. 

    the scariest part is, once you recognize this fear, and face it, how do you address it when there is evidence of “good” men abusing, hurting, and killing women everyday?

    (via becomingchichi)

    I was in my early 20’s when one of my homegirls broke this down for me.  

    I was in a broken relationship, and one of the things was that bugged me at the time was that the girlfriend at the time would freak out whenever I got angry - I never yelled, never throw or hit things, mostly, I just needed some time to cool out.

    “Why does she get scared when I’m angry? I’d never hit her!”

    “But she doesn’t KNOW that.  She can’t assume that.  Look at how many dudes are out there pulling shit.”

    And that stuck with me for a hot minute.  The relationship was broken on so many levels anyway, but that fact still remains, as a man, I can’t fault women for assuming the worst in order to protect themselves, especially how the world’s patriarchy and misogyny rolls.

    (via bankuei)

    My brain knows that my husband won’t hit me. Really, the logical part of me totally gets that. But when we’re arguing he has to stay on the other side of the room & not yell too loud because my fight or flight instincts have 25+ years of being hard wired that loud = violent & our 11 year relationship isn’t long enough to undo that.

    (via karnythia)

    I’ve had continual discussions with Tchy about this, and I don’t expect to stop. It’s fair to say that there’s no one in the world that I trust more, and he has been extremely careful with me, but… the fact remains that he leans quite a bit towards the masculine, and this means that that fear is always there. The news of transmasculine folks abusing/raping people doesn’t help that fear any. :(

    I’m learning not to apologize for it. It’s not my fault (nor, really, is it his) that I’m scared of dude-type people. But it’s always there. Which is another reason why I get so pissed off when trans men try to make transmisogyny about them.

    (via kiriamaya)

    men, read all of this please. including the commentary. esp if you consider yourself a Nice Guy.

    (via static-nonsense)

    This is an incredible thread of responses. I’ve seen this quote before, but not the dialogue that built up around it. The part about loud=violent hits home particularly hard for me.  I am terrified of getting into irl arguments with men, especially when they get loud. It’s always going to sit in the pit of my stomach.

    (via mizbingley)

    That part resonates for me too, although from a completely different angle. Despite being more terrified of sexual violence than I am of anything other than my own brain, I do not hesitate to yell, confront, get up in the face of, threaten, even hit men twice my size and many times my strength. Faced with a threat of violence from men, I will either imply or state “I dare you to.”

    I also, as previously established on this blog, have a death wish.

    To me, that encapsulates everything about the violence, especially sexual violence, coded into relationships between men and women in our society: for a woman to assert herself in the face of maleness may require the woman in question (such as me) to be perpetually suicidal.

    (via 14kgoldnyc)

    Reblogging for commentary. I have been frightened and scared by men being loud with me, even if I don’t think they’ll be violent. Like people have said above, it’s just a latent response in your brain to fear violence from men.

    I went out to dinner with someone a couple of weeks ago (LONG story, was supposed to be a group dinner but it ended up just being me & a strange man) and I told him I blogged about feminism and politics, and he went off on me. He told me feelings were bullshit and women just wanted special privileges, and then he said, “Women don’t give men enough credit for not  being violent psychopaths. That’s what we are, deep down. We want to rape and pillage, and we don’t, and women don’t give us enough credit for that.” I burst into tears. That shit was terrifying.

    (via stfuconservatives)

    I’ll always reblog this when it comes across my blog with different commentary! It’s all important!

    (via everythingbutharleyquinn)

    I referenced this quote in a discussion I was having with a teacher a few weeks ago. He shifted uncomfortably and didn’t say anything for a few minutes, then told me “I couldn’t write like that in an essay.”

    The truth hurts, huh.

    (via gtfothinspo)

    14K and I are twins because I will not hesitate to answer a physical threat from a man. It’s a built-in response from years of watching my mother get hurt that I WOULD NOT go down so gently.

    And even with non-physical responses. I don’t let anyone in, I don’t lean on anyone, I don’t trust anyone because damnit I will not let myself go through what she did. And I’m definitely a “I’ll hurt you before you hurt me” kinda person.

    Therapy’s making it better, but these ingrained fight or flight defensive mechanism aren’t uncommon.

    (via nanner)

    I too am reblogging this for the amazing commentary. 

    When supposed feminist ally men deny this very basic, simple truth - that’s how you know they are an ally to no one.

    This all gets taught to women at a very young age, how dangerous the world is when you’re in it being a woman. I’ve been struggling to write about something that happened with my daughter a few weeks ago, how to form the words, but this is possibly the best context.

    We were in the wine shop, in line to pay, and she was so excited to get her lollipop (in the time honored tradition of wine stores everywhere). A man two people ahead of us started fighting with the woman behind the counter about how much money he’d given her. As I was moving her behind my body, my daughter froze, and when I say froze, I mean wasn’t moving a muscle except to shake.

    It sorted itself out pretty quickly. We paid and left.

    Once we got back into the car, she started crying. I asked her what was the matter, and she said, “Mama, I was so scared. When men get angry they shoot people.”

    That’s a direct quote. When men get angry, they shoot people.

    I asked her, “baby, why do you think that?” She replied, “on NPR, that’s what happens. When men get really mad they kill people. That guy was really mad, what if he had a gun? What would you do?”

    The talk we had afterwards was difficult; no one said parenting was easy. But this is the life we live as women. If my 9 year old understands it, then men of the world, alleged feminist allies, Nice Guys, random douches on the street, and even actual non-dangerous men: so can you.

    (via someauthorgirl)

    I cant take men posturing me. Or getting loud with me. Fight or flight kicks in. And, like karny, ima be as far away as possible while talking if im feelin some kinna way. I have every reason to respond that way. We all do. Its the norm for us to incur the wrath of men. (via bad-dominicana)

    Reblogging for the truth in this thread.  There are two men in my life who I know will never hit me.  One is my dad, the other is a guy I’ve come to consider my brother.  Everyone else, if you do anything that implies any sort of threat to my person, fight or flight will kick in because that’s what I’ve been taught.  And, if I feel like I can take you in a fight, I will not stop until you’re immobile on the ground because then you can’t come after me when I run away.

    Sorry, dudebros, but that’s how it is.  I’ve seen some fucked-up shit happen to my female friends at the hands of Nice Guys(tm) and I refuse to let that happen to me.

    (via secretlyscully)

    As a man, I think the best thing I can do here is repost this for all of my followers to see and learn from.

    (via burningfreak)

    Such an important distinction that men are too often ignorant about. I have a question though: if my teenage female cousin is unafraid of walking alone at night, should I feel that she’s overcoming patriarchy or should I tell her she should worry? I did the latter, because I’m paranoid and don’t want anything to happen to her, but I wonder if perpetuates the issue at all.

  10. "The first great novel of the new millennium."
    Newsday, blurb for Margaret Atwood’s The Blind Assassin

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