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The Blind Assassin by Margaret Atwood
The Blind Assassin by Margaret Atwood
Although one of these books involves actual time traveling and the other does not, you’ll find that they have the same effect. If you enjoyed the excitingly haphazard construction of Audrey Niffenegger’s The Time Traveler’s Wife--never knowing quite what will happen next—you’re sure to get sucked into the bizarre world of Margaret Atwood’s The Blind Assassin. Henry and Clare’s life of unpredictability and confusion is mirrored, although in quite a different way, in the existence of two sisters, Laura and Iris, who never could quite understand one another. The most important characteristic, and what makes each of these novels work, is the purposeful guidance the reader experiences, without even realizing it as the stories are written out of order with numerous interruptions. When at first the placement of events may seem chaotic, they are really carefully and intricately woven in just the right way.
While Niffenegger fills the bill by consistently letting you know age and time and place, Atwood creates the same affect by combining the main plot line with news articles, remembrances, and exotic and violent novellas. Each requires the mind to work out of sync, which will leave you reeling with endless possibilities. So if you liked The Time Traveler’s Wife, try out The Blind Assassin!

I enjoyed Iris’s voice, accepting yet vigorous and dripping with sarcasm. Although, in the end I hated her. Which is unfair, because the reasons I liked her grew out of the choices she made for which I hated her. I didn’t feel a particular attachment to these characters, but that didn’t take away from my experience with the novel, surprisingly enough. I don’t think the author wanted us to connect with them--it’s like she built a wall there intentionally. So that we could look over it secretly, so we could be conflicted.
I found myself completely sucked in by the science fiction side-story, “the blind assassin,” in a sort of gruesomely creative way. And--what sets Atwood apart from others as one of the greats--she expertly turns something detestable into a tribute of beauty and life and love. However, the main story, Iris’s reflections, proved to be equally as compelling.
Atwood is an amazing connoisseur of language--she wove a web of words for which I’ve never seen the like. She is an unforgettable talent. This book is truly a masterpiece, one I know I’ll be thinking about for a long time.