Joan Foster is the bored wife of a myopic ban-the-bomber. She takes off overnight as Canada's new superpoet, pens lurid gothics on the sly, attracts a blackmailing reporter, skids cheerfully in and out of menacing plots, hair-raising traps, and passionate trysts, and lands dead and well in Terremoto, Italy. In this remarkable, poetic, and magical novel, Margaret Atwood proves yet again why she is considered to be one of the most important and accomplished writers of our time.
I love Margaret Atwood. Her writing is so quirky and musical, so lush. Usually her novels have a dark undertone to them beneath the beauty, but this one was quite...frothy. It felt and read like a cunningly crafted soap opera story, quick-paced, and romance laden.
When I finished it, however, I started thinking about what Atwood was trying to say, what she was trying to reveal about her main character, Joan, and it is actually much darker than it first appears. I don't want to give anything away but it does leave you with a hollow, empty feeling that is hard to shake.
Well done, Ms. Atwood!
4 out of 5 stars