I’m late to the party.
Margaret Atwood’s A Handmaid’s Tale was released back in the 80’s, but thanks to the television adaptation currently running on Hulu, a new generation has been introduced into the fascinating and equally terrifying world Atwood has created. My feelings after reading this book aren’t as simple to digest or explain as is the case with most of the books I read.
Did I enjoy it? Somewhat. At times. Different parts. Yes. No. Like I said, it’s complicated.
The truth is, Atwood is an exceptional author. Her words flow and the picture she paints is vivid, but it wasn’t a book that I couldn’t put down. In fact, I had to force myself at times to dive back in due to the dark nature of the content. Reading about a society where women lose their rights and dignity isn’t exactly an uplifting journey and on top of the nature of the story, I was frustrated by the ending.
I thought more would happen. I thought there would be some sort of resolution. I wanted there to be a revolution. I wanted an uprising, change, blood in the streets, but not the kind that flowed throughout the story. All of my negative feelings aside though, I think the way Atwood told the story was more realistic which made it all the more horrifying.
Now that I’m finished with the book I’m looking forward to the show. The show runners have taken liberties as show runners do, but in the case of Offred, Moira, Nick and the rest of the handmaids that may not be such a bad thing. Maybe we’ll finally get the closure we all need.