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“They say, Grace, why don’t you ever smile or laugh, we never see you smiling, and I say I suppose Miss I have gotten out of the way of it, my face won’t bend in that direction any more.”

Quote by Margaret Atwood

Work

Alias Grace

Alias Grace is a psychological novel that intertwines the real-life story of Grace Marks, a young woman who was convicted of the murder of her employer and his housekeeper in 1843. The narrative is complex and non-linear, offering insights into Grace's life and the societal context of the time. The book is known for its exploration of themes such as identity, the nature of memory, and the difficulty of discerning truth from illusion. Written by Margaret Atwood, the novel has received critical acclaim and has been adapted into a film. 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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