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Margaret Atwood, the Prophet of Dystopia
Her fiction has imagined societies riddled with misogyny, oppression, and environmental havoc. These visions now feel all too real.Source: The New Yorker
When Margaret Atwood was in her twenties, an aunt shared with her a family legend about a possible seventeenth-century forebear: Mary Webster, whose neighbors, in the Puritan town of Hadley, Massachusetts, had accused her of witchcraft. The townspeople didnt like her, so they strung her up, Atwood said recently. But it was before the age of drop hanging, and she didnt die. She dangled there all night, and in the morning, when they came to cut the body down, she was still alive. Webster became known as Half-Hanged Mary. The maiden name of Atwoods grandmother was Webster, and the family tree can be traced back to John Webster, the fifth governor of Connecticut. On Monday, my grandmother would say Mary was her ancestor, and on Wednesday she would say she wasnt, Atwood said. So take your pick.
Atwood made the artists pick: she chose the story. She once wrote a vivid narrative poem in the voice of Half-Hanged Maryin Atwoods telling, a sardonic, independent-minded crone who was targeted by neighbors for having blue eyes and a sunburned skin . . . a weedy farm in my own name, / and a surefire cure for warts. Websters grim endurance at the end of the rope (Most will have only one death. / I will have two.) grants her a perverse kind of freedom. She can now say anything: The words boil out of me, / coil after coil of sinuous possibility. / The cosmos unravels from my mouth, / all fullness, all vacancy. In 1986, Atwood made Webster one of two dedicatees of her best-known novel, The Handmaids Tale, a dystopian vision of the near future, in which the United States has become a fundamentalist theocracy, and the few women whose fertility has not been compromised by environmental pollution are forced into childbearing. The other dedicatee of The Handmaids Tale was Perry Miller, the scholar of American intellectual history; Atwood studied under him at Harvard, in the early sixties, extending her knowledge of Puritanism well beyond fireside tales.
Having embraced the heritage of Half-Hanged Maryand having, at seventy-seven, reached an age at which sardonic independent-mindedness is permissible, and even expectedAtwood is winningly game to play the role of the wise elder who might have a spell up her sleeve. In January, I visited her in her home town of Toronto, and within a few hours of our meeting, while having coffee at a crowded café, she performed what friends know as a familiar party trick. After explaining that she had picked up the precepts of medieval palmistry decades ago, from an art-historian neighbor whose specialty was Hieronymus Bosch, Atwood spent several disconcerting minutes poring over my hands. First, she noted my heart line and the line of my intellect, and what their relative positions revealed about my capacity for getting things done. She wiggled my thumbs, a test for stubbornness. She examined my life lineYoure looking quite healthy at the moment, she said, to my reliefthen told me to shake my hands out and let them fall into a resting position, facing upward. She regarded them thoughtfully. Well, the Virgin Mary youre not, she said, dryly. But you knew that.
Atwood has long been Canadas most famous writer, and current events have polished the oracular sheen of her reputation. With the election of an American President whose campaign trafficked openly in the deprecation of womenand who, on his first working day in office, signed an executive order withdrawing federal funds from overseas womens-health organizations that offer abortion servicesthe novel that Atwood dedicated to Mary Webster has reappeared on best-seller lists. The Handmaids Tale is also about to be serialized on television, in an adaptation, starring Elisabeth Moss, that will stream on Hulu. The timing could not be more fortuitous, though many people may wish that it were less so. In a photograph taken the day after the Inauguration, at the Womens March on Washington, a protester held a sign bearing a slogan that spoke to the moment: make margaret atwood fiction again.
Atwood made the artists pick: she chose the story. She once wrote a vivid narrative poem in the voice of Half-Hanged Maryin Atwoods telling, a sardonic, independent-minded crone who was targeted by neighbors for having blue eyes and a sunburned skin . . . a weedy farm in my own name, / and a surefire cure for warts. Websters grim endurance at the end of the rope (Most will have only one death. / I will have two.) grants her a perverse kind of freedom. She can now say anything: The words boil out of me, / coil after coil of sinuous possibility. / The cosmos unravels from my mouth, / all fullness, all vacancy. In 1986, Atwood made Webster one of two dedicatees of her best-known novel, The Handmaids Tale, a dystopian vision of the near future, in which the United States has become a fundamentalist theocracy, and the few women whose fertility has not been compromised by environmental pollution are forced into childbearing. The other dedicatee of The Handmaids Tale was Perry Miller, the scholar of American intellectual history; Atwood studied under him at Harvard, in the early sixties, extending her knowledge of Puritanism well beyond fireside tales.
Having embraced the heritage of Half-Hanged Maryand having, at seventy-seven, reached an age at which sardonic independent-mindedness is permissible, and even expectedAtwood is winningly game to play the role of the wise elder who might have a spell up her sleeve. In January, I visited her in her home town of Toronto, and within a few hours of our meeting, while having coffee at a crowded café, she performed what friends know as a familiar party trick. After explaining that she had picked up the precepts of medieval palmistry decades ago, from an art-historian neighbor whose specialty was Hieronymus Bosch, Atwood spent several disconcerting minutes poring over my hands. First, she noted my heart line and the line of my intellect, and what their relative positions revealed about my capacity for getting things done. She wiggled my thumbs, a test for stubbornness. She examined my life lineYoure looking quite healthy at the moment, she said, to my reliefthen told me to shake my hands out and let them fall into a resting position, facing upward. She regarded them thoughtfully. Well, the Virgin Mary youre not, she said, dryly. But you knew that.
Atwood has long been Canadas most famous writer, and current events have polished the oracular sheen of her reputation. With the election of an American President whose campaign trafficked openly in the deprecation of womenand who, on his first working day in office, signed an executive order withdrawing federal funds from overseas womens-health organizations that offer abortion servicesthe novel that Atwood dedicated to Mary Webster has reappeared on best-seller lists. The Handmaids Tale is also about to be serialized on television, in an adaptation, starring Elisabeth Moss, that will stream on Hulu. The timing could not be more fortuitous, though many people may wish that it were less so. In a photograph taken the day after the Inauguration, at the Womens March on Washington, a protester held a sign bearing a slogan that spoke to the moment: make margaret atwood fiction again.
Read more: http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2017/04/17/margaret-atwood-the-prophet-of-dystopia
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Margaret Atwood, the Prophet of Dystopia (Original Post)
demmiblue
Apr 2017
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jls4561
(1,257 posts)1. Margaret Atwood is a treasure
She writes beautifully, but her writing keeps me up at night. I suspect that is the way she likes it.
Paladin
(28,266 posts)2. I never dreamed "The Handmaid's Tale" would be coming true in my lifetime.
I want my country back.