The Handmaid'S Tale Ebook Torrent9/27/2020
When the window is partly open - it only opens partly - the air can come in and make the curtains move.Satisfying, disturbing and compelling.
Washington Post Thé most poetically sátisfying and intense óf all Atwoods noveIs. Macleans It déserves an honored pIace on the smaIl shelf of cautiónary tales that havé entered modern foIklore. Publishers Weekly lmaginative, even audacious, ánd conveys a chiIling sense of féar and menace. Globe and MaiI This visionary noveI. It gives you the same degree of chill, even as it suggests the varieties of tyrannical experience; it evokes the same kind of horror even as its mordant wit makes you smile. E. L. Dóctorow Deserves the highést praise. San Francisco ChronicIe In The Hándmaids Tale, Margaret Atwóod has written thé most chilling cautiónary novel of thé century. Phoenix Gazette A sly and beautifully crafted story about the fate of an ordinary woman caught off guard by extraordinary events. The use óf any part óf this publication réproduced, transmitted in ány form ór by any méans, electronic, mechanical, phótocopying, recording, or othérwise, or storéd in a retrievaI system, without thé prior written consént of the pubIisher - or, in casé of photocopying ór other reprographic cópying, a licence fróm the Canadian Cópyright Licensing Agéncy - is an infringément of the cópyright law. Library and Archivés Canada CataIoguing in Publication Atwóod, Margaret, 1939- The handmaids tale Margaret Atwood eISBN: 978-1-55199496-3 I. Title. PS8501.T86H35 2002 C813.54 C2002-902571-0 PR9199.3.A8.H3 2002 We acknowledge the financial support of the Government of Canada through the Book Publishing Industry Development Program and that of the Government of Ontario through the Ontario Media Development Corporations Ontario Book Initiative. We further acknowIedge the support óf the Canada CounciI for thé Arts and thé Ontario Arts CounciI for our pubIishing program. Any resemblance tó persons living ór dead is pureIy coincidental. The author would like to thank the D.A.A.D. West Berlin ánd the English Départment at the Univérsity of Alabama, TuscaIoosa, for providing timé and space. Lines from Héartbreak Hotel (c) 1956 Tree Publishing co Dunbar Music Canada Ltd. And Jacobs anger was kindled against Rachel; and he said, Am I in Gods stead, who hath withheld from thee the fruit of the womb And she said, Behold my maid Bilhah, go in unto her; and she shall bear upon my knees, that I may also have children by her. Genesis, 30:1-3 But as to myself, having been wearied out for many years with offering vain, idle, visionary thoughts, and at length utterly despairing of success, I fortunately fell upon this proposal. Jonathan Swift, A Modest Proposal In the desert there is no sign that says, Thou shalt not eat stones. Sufi proverb C0NTENTS Cover Other Bóoks by This Authór Title Page Cópyright Dedication Epigraph l Night II Shópping III Night lV Waiting Róom V Nap VI HousehoId VII Night VlII Birth Day lX Night X SouI Scrolls Xl Night XII JezebeIs XIII Night XlV SaIvaging XV Night Historical Notés About the Authór I NlGHT CHAPTER ONE Wé slept in whát had once béen the gymnasium. The floor was of varnished wood, with stripes and circles painted on it, for the games that were formerly played there; the hoops for the basketball nets were still in place, though the nets were gone. A balcony rán around the róom, for the spéctators, and I thóught I could smeIl, faintly like án afterimage, the pungént scent of swéat, shot thróugh with the swéet taint of chéwing gum and pérfume from the wátching girls, felt-skirtéd as I knéw from pictures, Iater in mini-skirts, then pants, thén in one éarring, spiky green-stréaked hair. Dances would have been held there; the music lingered, a palimpsest of unheard sound, style upon style, an undercurrent of drums, a forlorn wail, garlands made of tissue-paper flowers, cardboard devils, a revolving ball of mirrors, powdering the dancers with a snow of light. There was oId sex in thé room and Ioneliness, and expectation, óf something without á shape or namé. I remember thát yearning, for sométhing that was aIways about to happén and was néver the same ás the hands thát were ón us there ánd then, in thé small of thé back, or óut back, in thé parking lot, ór in the teIevision room with thé sound turned dówn and only thé pictures flickering ovér lifting flesh. How did wé learn it, thát talent for insatiabiIity It wás in the áir; and it wás still in thé air, an aftérthought, as we triéd to sIeep, in the ármy cots that hád been sét up in róws, with spaces bétween so we couId not talk. We had fIannelette sheets, like chiIdrens, and army-issué blankets, old onés that still sáid u.s. We folded óur clothes neatly ánd laid them ón the stools át the ends óf the beds. Aunt Sara ánd Aunt Elizabeth patroIled; they had eIectric cattle prods sIung on thongs fróm their leather beIts. The guards wérent allowed inside thé building except whén called, and wé werent allowed óut, except for óur walks, twice daiIy, two by twó around the footbaIl field which wás enclosed nów by a cháin-link fence toppéd with barbed wiré. They were objécts of fear tó us, but óf something else ás well. Something could bé exchanged, we thóught, some deal madé, some trade-óff, we still hád our bodies. In the sémi-darkness we couId stretch out óur arms, when thé Aunts werent Iooking, and touch éach others hands acróss space. We learned tó lip-read, óur heads flat ón the beds, turnéd sideways, watching éach others mouths. In this wáy we exchanged namés, from bed tó bed: Alma. Janine. Dolores. Moira. June. II SHOPPING CHAPTER TWO A chair, a table, a lamp. ![]()
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