Margaret Atwood projects us into a less-than-brave new world, an outlandish yet wholly believable space populated by a cast of memorable characters.
The narrator is Snowman. As the story begins, he’s sleeping in a tree, wearing a dirty old bedsheet, mourning the loss of his beloved Oryx and best friend Crake, and slowly starving to death. Earlier, his life was one of comparative privilege, living with all the other smart, rich people in the gated company towns owned by biotech corporations. (Ordinary folks are kept outside in the chaotic ‘pleeblands’.) How did everything fall apart so quickly? Was he himself in any way responsible?