Tag Archives: Margaret Atwood

Just about halfway through and just a quick note on voice suiting historical placement, and the underlying image we get of a space that is of a different era than where the author resides. Atwood’s narrative voice switches between that … Continue reading → Continue reading →

While I may have missed the point of Michele’s suggestion, I am finding the theme of perception that draws this novel together.  It is not really a murder mystery as I had called it, for the murder is right upfront … Continue reading → Continue reading →

A quarter way through the book, and while I’m finding it a most enjoyable read, reminiscent of my long-time affair with murder mysteries, especially based on true crime, I do not find any deep meaning to uncover.  Since the mystery … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Even though the story is a murder mystery, so to speak, since we have been already made aware in the first few pages as well as it being clearly noted on the back cover, the handling of this case based … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Okay, so I guess I must already retract my musings and admit to being a "poor" close reader:  On page 59, the doctor Simon Jordan is looking at the same portraits I mentioned seeing on page 10, and reading underneath … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Perhaps because I just finished Don DeLillo’s The Body Artist I find this comparison with Atwood’s Alias Grace:  the opening is in the present, getting us immediately involved in the characters.  Both writers use as their next step a device … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I’m pleasantly surprised by this novel, realized that I’m reading it much faster than Marquez’s Solitude which I thoroughly enjoyed plodding through even though it stopped me every other page with fascinating writing, metaphors and concepts.  And faster than DeLillo’s … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Just thirty pages in and struck by Atwood’s manipulation of story, one based on a murder purportedly committed by then sixteen year-old Grace Marks of her employer Mr. Kinnear and his housekeeper/mistress Nancy Montgomery.  Magic in the opening lines: Out … Continue reading → Continue reading →

It looks like Margaret Atwood’s Alias Grace has won out; a scan of the back cover that offers murder and mystery, coupled with my own liking of Atwood’s short stories, and that it has had such rave reviews from anyone … Continue reading → Continue reading →