From the author of The Handmaid’s Tale and Dearly
I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed and that necessary.
Eating Fire brings together three of Margaret’s Atwood’s key poetry collections: Poems 1965-1975, Poems 1976-1986 and Morning in the Burned House.
The landscape of Atwood’s poetry is one of bus trips and postcards, wilderness, glass, and fires both savage and tender. Atwood’s signature themes resound throughout all of them: the politics of sex, the darkness at the heart of every fairytale, and the pain – and triumph – of existing as a woman.
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‘Atwood is the quiet Mata Hari, the mysterious, violent figure . . . who pits herself against the ordered too-clean world like an arsonist’ – Michael Ondaatje
‘Detached, ironic, loving by turns . . . poems that sing off the page and sting’ – Michèle Roberts
I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed and that necessary.
Eating Fire brings together three of Margaret’s Atwood’s key poetry collections: Poems 1965-1975, Poems 1976-1986 and Morning in the Burned House.
The landscape of Atwood’s poetry is one of bus trips and postcards, wilderness, glass, and fires both savage and tender. Atwood’s signature themes resound throughout all of them: the politics of sex, the darkness at the heart of every fairytale, and the pain – and triumph – of existing as a woman.
* * *
‘Atwood is the quiet Mata Hari, the mysterious, violent figure . . . who pits herself against the ordered too-clean world like an arsonist’ – Michael Ondaatje
‘Detached, ironic, loving by turns . . . poems that sing off the page and sting’ – Michèle Roberts
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Detached, ironic... poems that sing off the page and sting
An acute and poetic observer of the eternal, universal rum relations between women and men
Lean, symbolic, thoroughly Atwoodesque prose honed into elegant columns...
Atwood is the quiet Mata Hari, the mysterious, violent figure ... who pits herself against the ordered too-clean world like an arsonist