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[varices]

I have read Margret Atwood's novel The Blind Assassin and enjoyed it immensely. To my surprise it has taken me another year and a half to realize she has written poetry as well. While it seems absurd to think that a writer is not capable of writing poetry, it does not often come to my mind. If I have been introduced to a person as a poet, I

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[rinhail]

I've never read the novel. Any good?

Lovely poem. Thanks for sharing.

[varices]

I think so, yes.

The general description from Amazon is as follows:

The Blind Assassin opens with these simple, resonant words: "Ten days after the war ended, my sister Laura drove a car off a bridge." They are spoken by Iris, whose terse account of her sister's death in 1945 is followed by an inquest report proclaiming the death accidental. But just as the reader expects to settle into Laura's story, Atwood introduces a novel-within-a-novel. Entitled The Blind Assassin, it is a science fiction story told by two unnamed lovers who meet in dingy backstreet rooms. When we return to Iris, it is through a 1947 newspaper article announcing the discovery of a sailboat carrying the dead body of her husband, a distinguished industrialist. Brilliantly weaving together such seemingly disparate elements, Atwood creates a world of astonishing vision and unforgettable impact.
I found the novel to be extremely well written, crafted beautifully, and the novel-within a novel concept was superbly done, and forwarded the disorientation and trying to

[rinhail]

I'll have to check this out.