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I just finished Margaret Atwood's "A Handmaid's Tale". Great story,very Orwellian in a "1984" sense. I don't know what it is about stories that depict an end to modern society that make my heart go afflutter.
I don't know if I'm just now becoming aware of the interesting turn in American society, or if it has always been apparent, but it seems that we are becoming more and more reflective of a communist country in the loss of personal freedom area. Maybe this is why I like to read about the extremes in which a fictional government will go to in order to control its populace.
As a woman reading "A Handmaid's Tale", it seems like the women gave up thier rights too easily. In my opinion, if I was to lose all of my rights, my money, and my identity forcebly by any establishment, I would definitely make more of a fuss about it than the characters in this story did.
Of course, my opinion might change if I was staring down the barrel of an M-16A2 semi-automatic.
It was a great read. Not exactly exciting in a "lots of motion and explosions" kind of way, but it definitely had suspense and philisophical angles.
I am just me, searching for simplicity.........and a good hair stylist
Admittedly, my view on this book is more than a little jaded, so a little backstory.
Around september last year, after my GCSE's, the grammar school I was at, an all boys grammar, said that I could not do maths at A level there, solely because i just scraped under the acceptable grade boundary (matter of five marks, and was dragged down by coursework. On the exam i was a fucking god).Hence, they managed to grab me the last place on the student exchange with the girls grammar school, which has since flung me into a wholly alien environment of seats with some actual foam padding instead of hard plastic, bright colours and the like.
But this is beside the point. One day in the Sixth Form common room, one of my friends was reading a certain book, and being fairly bored, I decided to ask her if i could read a bit. My reaction was probably summed up by what I said to her afterward.
"The person who wrote this book is american, feminist and is quite possibly a lesbian, am I wrong?"
"Well, canadian, I think, and yes to feminist."
"Two out of three aint bad..."
No joke, it is one of the most fucked up books I have had the misfortune to clap eyes on, and for me personally I think it comes down to feminazism, where feminists who were campaigning for equality of the sexes have now, having achieved the majority of their goals (notice how women are excluded from drafts, frontline service and a large part of being prosecuted of rape?) set their sights on supremity.
Again, personally, I think this is an abhorrent practice. Everyone is human, and therefore, equal.
I went on to ask hannah if this was typical of the books that the school had been giving out for them to read in english classes, to which the answer was in the affirmative, which got me immediately worried. If this sort of feminazi crap is what has been dispensed to the school, it *could* (since i am not that much of a dumbass to assume that everyone is spineless, intellectually) mean that the young women who leave the school are going to mature into man-hating feminists.
However, i do have to say that Ive noticed this sort of attitude by the comments thrown around the common room regarding blokes (since im not the only one there on the student exchange) along the lines of "He doesnt know any better, hes only a man!".
This sort of thing does happen in our (boys) common room, but at least then its said with a grin that obviously means we're talking bullshit, but they say it with every iota of conviction.
Worrying in the extreme.
Sir Deimos, Beater of Ass.
School reading lists anywhere generally tend to be quite abhorrant. I used to actually buy and read works from the suggested readings list, but soon found them to be oversexed, overly-dramatized portrayals of teen life, which one can only bear so much of. And so as my classmates are caught up in The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, I am reading Athenasius' De Incarnatione and Dickens' The Tale of Two Cities. I think my whole generation suffers from a misunderstanding of what exactly literature is for. It has not been kept alive since The Iliad and since The Kalevala because it is entertaining. It exists to examine the depthless subject of human nature. And if our contemporary literature is this generation's best shot at doing that, then I long not to live here anymore.