In 1988, I was a junior in high school. My sister came home from college with one of those Norton anthologies with whisper pages. You old English majors know, the pages were so thin they were barely there. I grabbed her copy and happened upon “Variations on the Word Sleep” by Margaret Atwood.
The love affair had begun. Granted, I’m biased. I wrote my master’s thesis on female relationships, focusing specifically on her novels “Cat’s Eye” and “The Robber Bride,” but her ultimate appeal to me is this quote:
“Her [Atwood’s] feminism assumes women’s rights to be human rights, and is born of having been raised with a presumption of absolute equality between the sexes. ‘My problem was not that people wanted me to wear frilly pink dresses—it was that I wanted to wear frilly pink dresses, and my mother, being as she was, didn’t see any reason for that,’ she said.” (Margaret Atwood, the Prophet of Dystopia | The New Yorker)
She has eschewed labels – feminist, science fiction author, et al – and it is this repudiation that has resonated in ways I cannot begin to parse.
Needless to say, I awaited the arrival of the new Hulu adaptation of “The Handmaid’s Tale” with something only slightly less than the arrival of my own children.
I’ve been in airports all day, unable to watch, but I read copious analyses from multiple sources – The New York Times, Washington Post, Hollywood Today. I even stooped to Fox News. I finally arrived home and immediately watched.
I have a burning need to talk about subversive television, particularly given the global political climate, with intelligent people. Thus, I turn to BBS. Have you watched? What do you think?