By the author of THE HANDMAID’S TALE and ALIAS GRACE
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Pigs might not fly but they are strangely altered. So, for that matter, are wolves and racoons. A man, once named Jimmy, lives in a tree, wrapped in old bedsheets, now calls himself Snowman. The voice of Oryx, the woman he loved, teasingly haunts him. And the green-eyed Children of Crake are, for some reason, his responsibility.
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Praise for Oryx and Crake:
‘In Jimmy, Atwood has created a great character: a tragic-comic artist of the future, part buffoon, part Orpheus. An adman who’s a sad man; a jealous lover who’s in perpetual mourning; a fantasist who can only remember the past’ -INDEPENDENT
‘Gripping and remarkably imagined’ -LONDON REVIEW OF BOOKS
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Pigs might not fly but they are strangely altered. So, for that matter, are wolves and racoons. A man, once named Jimmy, lives in a tree, wrapped in old bedsheets, now calls himself Snowman. The voice of Oryx, the woman he loved, teasingly haunts him. And the green-eyed Children of Crake are, for some reason, his responsibility.
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Praise for Oryx and Crake:
‘In Jimmy, Atwood has created a great character: a tragic-comic artist of the future, part buffoon, part Orpheus. An adman who’s a sad man; a jealous lover who’s in perpetual mourning; a fantasist who can only remember the past’ -INDEPENDENT
‘Gripping and remarkably imagined’ -LONDON REVIEW OF BOOKS
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Reviews
The writing is spare. The structure is tight. The observation of the human condition is both profound and impish. Character is crucial. The issues are huge and we feel the weight of them. Finally, it leaves the reader on a cliff-edge the like of which I have never encountered elsewhere. It was nominated for the Man Booker. I think it should have won
The writing is spare. The structure is tight. The observation of the human condition is both profound and impish. Character is crucial. The issues are huge and we feel the weight of them. Finally, it leaves the reader on a cliff-edge the like of which I have never encountered elsewhere. It was nominated for the Man Booker. I think it should have won
Mischief of a much darker variety drags me into the dystopian world of Margaret Atwood's Oryx and Crake. Although written in 2003, the year of Sars, many passages chill me to the core with their prescience, depicting elements of what we are living through now; a reminder of the fine line between the imagined and the real . . . Shocking and darkly humorous with much to say on the pharmaceutical and beauty industries. A book to galvanise me
