The murderess blind Margaret Atwood

Sometimes when reading a large book, one has the feeling that the poet up to implement, as if that in itself might suggest certain adjectives from a reader or a reviewer - heavy, important, profound, serious, complex, extensive, perhaps. Sometimes - rarely, in fact - one reads a large book and lost, lost in the sense that they would cease publication of hundreds of way, as the work creates its own time, describes her experience, sharing her own world . Even then,reach the end can often just trivial, a short steam, the process is completely engaging, the product, but something of a disappointment. Rare, very rare, in fact, read a book of great size that really necessary, is justified, continues to surprise and enchant and then, finally, stuns. Margaret Atwood's Blind Assassin is a book, a giant in every respect a masterpiece no doubt.

Blind Assassin was awarded the Booker Prize in 2000 andgraphs intersecting stories of two wealthy families-Canadian, and Chase Griffen. The two Chase sisters, Iris and Laura, are very different people. Born in the relative wealth of a family of Canadian manufacturing, have a sort of private school, lived in and still close to something like a vague childhood. Several aspects of the history of the twentieth century affect their lives and, ultimately, the strength of their families to the state to reconsider. Economic recession, warfamily tragedy and a tribute to their father, who are less able to handle both his own life or his company. Something has to give. Methods of coping must be found.

Iris, the oldest sister, is the first-person narrator of almost half of the book, the other half is devoted to a book in a book, a novel in the name of Laura, her younger sister. This novel, entitled The Blind Assassin, is an eclectic mix of experience, gender, fantasy and politics. He has a nameLaura has a large cult following many years after its publication. Laura, himself, died in a car accident. They went off a bridge into a ravine. The car belonged to Iris. There was never a real explanation for the event.

Iris, meanwhile, is married to an older man, a Griffen, who seems to handle as much as touching. But he is a businessman with the resources, capital and not to mention family wife to assist him in his hour of need. Iris,Therefore, the Canadian equivalent experience of an arranged marriage. Perhaps the word marriage is a bit 'too much. The partnership can best be described as a merger or a trade union, if this is not a dirty word because of its political connotations.

And so the octogenarian Iris, clearly anticipating the end of his days as a cathartic outpouring of personal and family history in the hopes that a grandchild might be a little strange 'other people to understand "reasons.

The book takes us through Canada and North America, Europe, through an imaginary world, political participation, direct action and the inevitable reaction. Iris should write everything down. And so does her story, building, rebuilding maybe, maybe think about memory and relived the experience in a context of contemporary Canada and his weak health. His vulnerability, in the end, our debt, our penance, perhaps. She is an old and wisewoman who has much to hide, but his humor is intact cynical age, his incredibly astute observations of others.

It's not often that a novel, a simple flight of another's Fancy, reached the Assassin ', beautiful and definitely feel subtle power of the Blind.

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The Blind Assassin by Margaret Atwood

Sometimes, when reading a big book, one gets the feeling that the author set out to achieve size, as if that in itself might suggest certain adjectives from a reader or reviewer - weighty, significant, deep, serious, complex, extensive, perhaps. Sometimes - rarely, in fact - one reads a big book and becomes lost in its size, lost in the sense that one ceases to notice the hundreds passing by, as the work creates its own time, defines its own experience, shares its own world. Even then, reaching the end can often be merely trite, just a running out of steam, the process thoroughly engaging, the product, however, something of a let down. Rarely, very rarely indeed, one reads a big book that actually needs its size, justifies itself, continues to surprise as well as enchant and then, finally, stuns. Margaret Atwood's Blind Assassin is such a book, a giant in every sense, a masterpiece beyond question.

Blind Assassin was awarded the Booker prize in 2000 and charts intersecting histories of two well-to-do Canadian families, Chase and Griffen. The two Chase sisters, Iris and Laura, are quite different people. Born into the relative opulence of a Canadian manufacturing family, they have a private education of sorts, experienced throughout and yet alongside something vaguely like a childhood. Various aspects of twentieth century history impinge upon their lives and eventually force their family to reassess its status. Economic downturn, war and family tragedy take their toll on the father, who becomes less able to manage either his own life or his business. Something has to give. Ways of coping must be found.

Iris, the elder sister, is the first person narrator of about half of the book, the other half being devoted to a book within a book, a novel in the name of Laura, the younger sister. This novel, entitled The Blind Assassin, is an eclectic mix of experience, sex, fantasy and politics. It has made a name for Laura and retains a significant cult following many years after its publication. Laura, herself, died in a car accident. She drove off a bridge into a ravine. The car belonged to Iris. There was never any real explanation for the event.

Iris, meanwhile, has been married off to an older man, a Griffen, who seems to treat her like so much chattel. But then he is an industrialist with the wherewithal, not to mention capital, to assist the bride's family business in its time of need. Iris, therefore, experiences the Canadian equivalent of an arranged marriage. Perhaps the word marriage is a little overstated. The partnership could be better described as a merger, or a union, if that were not a dirty word because of its political connotation.

And so the octogenarian Iris, clearly anticipating the end of her days, embarks upon a cathartic outpouring of personal and family history in the hope that an estranged granddaughter might just understand a little about other peoples' motives.

The book takes us through Canada and north America, across to Europe, via an imagined universe, to political commitment, direct action and its inevitable reaction. Iris needs to write it all down. And so she works her story out, constructing it, perhaps reconstructing it, maybe inventing it from memory and relived experience against a backdrop of contemporary Canada and her own failing health. Her vulnerability, in the end, is our debt, our penance, perhaps. She is a wise old woman with much to hide, but her acerbic wit is undiminished by age, her observations of others stunningly perspicacious.

It is not often that a novel, a mere flight of another's fancy, achieves the subtle, stunning and surely enduring power of the Blind Assassin.

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