Margaret Atwood — The Blind Assassin

Again, the trap of reviewing books you are fond of constantly. The Blind Assassin is my favorite of Margaret Atwood’s books, and re-reading it proved no different than times I’ve read it previously. Atwood’s poetry is primarily what I’ve read of her, to be honest, but part of what I love about The Blind Assassin is that it is a little bit like an extended prose poem itself. As an example, the language:

I became conscious of my heart, and of dizziness. Also of breathlessness, as if I were in over my head. But over my head in what? Not water; something thicker. Time: old cold time, old sorrow, settling down in layers like silt in a pond.

The story itself is like an onion, a story within a story within a story. Iris Chase Griffen, one of the last of her family, is introduced to the reader as an old woman, relating her past. In that past is the book that was published under her posthumous sister’s name, and within that book, a man tells a woman the story of the Blind Assassin of the novel’s title. The way that Atwood juggles all of these narratives, and in such an easy, lyrical way is incredibly impressive to me. The novel’s events span the 20th century, from shattered remnants of the older “Great War” right up to World War II, and the more modern times that Iris finds herself, vaguely lost, an old woman with a tragic, stifled history.

And not only that, it’s a beautiful way to write a love story as well. You get so absorbed in these characters, just in the little details of the ways they interact with each other:

She stubs out her cigarette in the brown glass ashtray, then settles herself against him, ear to his chest. She likes to hear his voice this way, as if it begins not in his throat but in his body, like a hum or a growl, or like a voice speaking from deep underground. Like the blood moving through her own heart: a word, a word, a word.

It’s not an easy narrative to read in the sense that your heart aches for all of the losses the characters suffer, how their desire for comfort and a place in society leads them towards choices that are regretted forever. Atwood manages to shove in so much into this book, especially about story-telling both in the novelistic sense and the stories that we tell and make up about our own lives, that it’s slightly ridiculous. I don’t want to say too much for fear of giving anything away if you haven’t read it, but suffice to say it’s not surprising that she won the Booker prize for The Blind Assassin.

I leave you with Atwood’s thoughts on stories, for this is not one without wolves, either:

But I like my stories to be true to life, which means there have to be wolves in them. Wolves in one form or another.
Why is that so true to life? She turns away from him onto her back, stares up at the ceiling. She’s miffed because her own version has been trumped.
All stories are about wolves. All worth repeating, that is. Anything else is sentimental drivel.
All of them?
Sure, he says. Think about it. There’s escaping from the wolves, fighting the wolves, capturing the wolves, taming the wolves. Being thrown to the wolves, or throwing others to the wolves so the wolves will eat them instead of you. Running with the wolf pack. Turning into a wolf. Best of all, turning into the head wolf. No other decent stories exist.
I think they do, she says. I think the story about you telling me the story about wolves isn’t about wolves.
Don’t bet on it, he says, I have a wolf side to me. Come over here.



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2 responses to “Margaret Atwood — The Blind Assassin

  1. teadevotee

    I absolutely LOVE The Blind Assassin and can never understand why so many people prefer the Handmaid’s Tale. I always either love or hate her books – and I tend not to like the sci fi ones – so I thought the most recent one was boring (can’t even remember the name of it now…) but thought The Robber Bride was exceptional. Glad I came across your blog – we seem to share a bookshelf!

    • I think it’s just because more people have read Handmaid’s Tale–I know I read it in high school for a class, and at least two other classes in college. It’s easier to teach, but I think Blind Assassin is a much better book as well.

      The Year of the Flood? I wasn’t a huge fan of it either, although I’m holding out to see what the next one is like before judging the entire trilogy.

      Aw, yay! Reading commonalities always make me happy. 🙂

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