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“While he writes, I feel as if he is drawing me; or not drawing me, drawing on me - drawing on my skin - not with the pencil he is using, but with an old-fashioned goose pen, and not with the quill end but with the feather end. As if hundreds of butterflies have settled all over my face, and are softly opening and closing their wings.”

Quote by Margaret Atwood

Work

Alias Grace: A Novel

Margaret Atwood's 'Alias Grace' is a gripping narrative that delves into the life of Grace Marks, a young woman who was convicted of the murder of her employer and his housekeeper in 1843. The novel is a fictionalized account of Grace's story, blending historical facts with imaginative storytelling. Atwood uses a series of interviews and letters to explore Grace's identity, her memories, and the societal context of her time. The book raises questions about the reliability of memory, the nature of truth, and the role of the media in shaping public perception. more

Author

Margaret Atwood
Margaret Atwood

Margaret Atwood is a renowned Canadian poet, novelist, playwright, and critic, born on November 18, 1939. Her works are known for their unique style and profound insights into social issues, with notable titles including 'The Handmaid's Tale' and 'Cat's Eye'. more

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