The Bolinda/audible version I listened to didn't help I think, as it was read all the same... And when you're dealing with a book within a book within a book, with newspaper clippings and letters thrown in, it was confusing at times. I'm interested as to how it's formatted in the physical book and whether that would have helped. 

Incredible. She’s done it again

The Blind Assassin is a story about Iris Chase, a woman haunted by her past, who, in the final years of her life, decides to at last lay it all to paper, and therefore hopefully to rest; if not for her sake, then for that of her last remaining kin, her granddaughter Sabrina. 

The book consists of parts alternating between her retelling of her family history, upbringing, and married life, and chapters of 'The Blind Assassin', a beautiful and moving novel of love and longing between a married woman and a communist rebel on the run, and one with a huge cult following, written by Iris' late younger sister, Laura, who drove off a bridge to her death before it was even published. To say much more about the plot would not truly do it justice, but it is ultimately a story of two sisters, and the deep regret Iris feels around not having looked out for Laura, as she had long ago promised her mother and father she would. 

With intelligent writing and eloquent prose, we learn about this woman who is finally claiming the narrative of her life for her own, unfortunately knowing all too well that it has come 60 years too late for all of the characters in it. Similar in many ways to the novel that appears alongside it, Iris' is a story of love, loss, and longing, and a reminder that the ghosts of the dead are powerful, but we must be more so. 

I hadn't written an in-depth book review before this one, but I just couldn't get this one out of my head after I finished it. It followed me in a wave of melancholy and everything seemed a little more painful, a little more sharp.

First, you might say, well what is such a book about? This question truly has no right answer; there is a plot, but it ambles along for the first 300 pages or so, notwithstanding the suicide that happens on the first page. This is the kind of book I have a feeling Katie Mitchell would like, after I heard her interviewed, where she talked about how it irritates her that narrative structure doesn't work like real life works.

Well, in this book, Atwood manages to do both. The book does in fact end, with all the loose ends tied up, all curiosity satisfied. But at the same time it managed to convey the monotony of life and the sudden mortal wounds that happen on a cold Wednesday afternoon.

I certainly felt the gilded prison of the young Iris as much as I felt the prison of the memories of elderly Iris. It certainly felt real and at times tedious as I watched them stumble through life. I wanted to help them, call to them, and sometimes, yell at them. But more than anything I wanted to shake the men in their lives and say, "Can't you see? Can't you see?"

But there it is. The blind assassin.

Back to the plot: the closest I can get is to what I've already described - that it is about the cages women found themselves trapped in. But that's not even close to all of it. It's also about women's relationships among themselves. It's also about family and regret and unneeded sacrifices. It's about tragedy that slowly unfolds and you wonder, "Why don't the women say something?"

And there it is again: the sacrificial virgin with her tongue cut out.

In this book you'll find an incredibly crafted structure. Atwood cuts from old Iris to young Iris, newspaper clippings relating to their life, snippets of a "novel" about unfortunate lovers written by one of the characters in The Blind Assassin, and within that a sci-fi story. So there is a story within the story within the story. But Atwood is able to pull this off with ease: after the few pages when I didn't expect such a structure, I quickly adjusted and was able to keep everything straight. As a writer, I can't imagine being able to pull that off so seemingly effortlessly. And so much is left unsaid, but the reader knows, or can guess. Again, a genius at work.

And the language: just achingly beautiful. Maybe more so because lately my reading list has essentially been: Vonnegut - nonfiction - Vonnegut - nonfiction, and so on. It's been a while since I read prose so beautiful and dripping with metaphors and imagery so rich that...well, I'm no master of metaphor. You'll have to read and see. It's so gorgeous, though. I lack the words.

But that is one of the major criticisms of the book: the length and the needless description. And I think it's a valid criticism, and it's a reason why it took me so long to finish the book. I actually almost put it down after the first 100 pages. But I think it's purposeful on Atwood's part, or even if not, it goes well with the book. These women are trapped in a tedium so painful with an even more painful, sinister underbelly, that all they can do is focus on the details, the clothes, the colors. In fact, Laura often serves as a counter to Iris's steadfast obsession with these things, as well as Iris's complacency. "But why?" she'll ask.

And that's why I'll never read this book again. It is so beautiful but it's so sad. I haven't cried yet but I wish I had just to get this feeling out. It's like being smothered gently. I want to help these characters, I want to stop this slow trudge to horror. But I can't. And my heart just aches and aches and aches.

The thing is: it's too real. If you think your grandmothers and their mothers were immune...I often wanted to travel to the past when I was a little girl. I loved stories of knights and King Arthur and all the rest of it. But now I know what it is to be a woman in the past. I've known too much about what it is to be a woman in the present, but I can count myself lucky that I wasn't alive any time earlier than this.

There are times where fiction is more true than fact, and this book shows a truth that a history book with all its wars and philosophers and discoveries will never talk about.

And it's such a heavy history, perhaps heavy with the things left unsaid. It seeps into present day; we left here bear the scars just like Sabrina. Our mothers bear the scars like Aimee. Our grandmothers like Iris and Laura both. We may deal with those scars differently - with detachment, with endless strings of lovers, with rage, with fantasy worlds, with addiction, with gossip. But they're there, underneath. Yellowing as we go about our day, but still painful when you touch them. If you touch them.

So I can't stop this melancholy. I read another review that said she learned from this book that pain is necessary and to find the bright spots in life, and that pain helps highlight those nice times. That's not what I got from it, though maybe in time I will. Right now I just feel that weight, that crushing regret of all that could have been and all that sadness that was.

It was a beautiful, heart-shattering work. And I will never read it again.

Wow. What a fantastic book. I loved traveling through the life of the characters and how you get to know what happened in the past. I felt a lot of things while reading. Despite the book being slow paced, I really enjoyed the read.

Listen, before you all come at me, I love Atwood, but this was such a miss for me. It was just so dull. I like a lot of her books, so I expected to like this one, but I really didn’t. 

 

Margaret Atwood  blends romance, science fiction, and gothic tension into one story in The Blind Assassin. The novel opens with the unexplained death of Laura Chase, a young lady who may have committed herself in 1945. Many years thereafter, Iris, Laura's sister, narrates her recollections of their early years and the noteworthy demises that had interspersed their affluent and colorful family's past. Chapters from the scandalous novel that made Laura famous, in which two illegal lovers entertain themselves with a story about a blind killer on a far-off planet, are woven into Iris's story. The mysteries that have plagued the Chase family for a long time are progressively revealed by these intricately detailed stories inside stories, culminating in an incredible and thought-provoking conclusion. 

 

I just found the characters too dull to even care about. Not even the forbidden love aspect was entertaining (and I love forbidden romance). 

 

I don’t know. Her writing style here just felt so childish compared to her previous novels, and that put me off so bad. It had a brilliant premise, but a horrible execution. Still love her though.