In the pre-plague world one of Atwood’s characters spends time working for “an anything-goes sex bazaar” where “you could get everything … from chicken soup to nuts, on or off the bone, screams-for-sale extra. The future imaged in these books is one where cupidity reigns supreme, with every appetite, no matter how debased and vile, ready to be fed for the right amount of money. Her famously vinegary wit is always most pungent when scorning folly and venality, of which there is no shortage in the MaddAddam trilogy. How does Atwood wring comedy out of her nightmare scenario? Partially, it’s a matter of tone. Yet MaddAddam is unexpectedly and frequently an exhilarating and hilarious novel. Article contentĭescribed in such bare terms, you might think this a very depressing book, and it’s true that the earlier volumes in the MaddAddam trilogy, although not without moments of mirth, were generally dour reading experiences. This advertisement has not loaded yet, but your article continues below. Manage Print Subscription / Tax Receipt.
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