16 Nov Book Review of Book of Lives: A Memoir of Sorts
Book of Lives: A Memoir of Sorts by Margaret Atwood: A Love Letter to an Icon
When I saw the latest memoir by Margaret Atwood hit the shelves, I felt an instinctive pull—a quirky blend of excitement and nervousness, like finding an old friend open to intimate conversation. Having read my fair share of memoirs (176 to be exact), I approached Book of Lives as both a fan and a seeker of deeper understanding about the woman behind The Handmaid’s Tale. Little did I know, this would not just be another memoir to add to my collection; it would become my first re-read, my first immersion into every acknowledgment, and the first time I’d be genuinely sad for a book to end.
Atwood’s narrative is rich and sprawling, embracing her life’s many “lives” with grace and humor. The memoir serves as an exploration of her journey—from the impactful 1960s to modern-day musings, it’s packed with insights about her craft, her health, and the literary world in which she’s made an indelible mark. Readers will find themselves enamored with her reflections on aging, creativity, and the importance of storytelling. I couldn’t help but feel a kinship with her as she rattled off anecdotes, particularly when she quipped about nearly getting trapped on a roundabout or when she wittily illustrated the nuances of life through a humorous take on purring cats’ health benefits.
As someone who often rushes through books, I found myself pausing to replay certain sections, captured by her eloquence and authenticity. One fantastic line—“Nolite te bastardes carborundorum,”—stayed with me long after I’d returned my earbuds. It’s not just a playful jab at her experiences; it speaks to a resilience we all long for in our lives. It’s these morsels of wisdom sprinkled throughout the 624 pages that give her writing a richness often found only in so-called ‘longer’ works. I felt compelled to keep a journal at the ready, capturing quotes as I listened in my car, fully aware I was savoring a treasure trove of Atwood’s wit and wisdom.
The memoir’s pacing was indicative of a life well-lived; each chapter felt like a delightful appetizer rather than a full-course meal, inciting a longing for more. I found myself wondering, how did you keep it to just 624 pages, Margaret? Surely there could have been more on The Handmaid’s Tale or your other iconic works! Still, there’s something about the brevity that makes you yearn for more—perhaps a hint of Atwood’s magic, leaving us hungry for future musings.
For fans of memoirs and Atwood alike, this book is an essential read. It’s both a celebration and a reflection on a life shaped by literature and creativity. Whether you’re an aspiring writer or simply an admirer, this memoir promises to inspire. Personally, Book of Lives has reignited my passion for Atwood’s work and encouraged me to explore even more of her titles, especially in audio form where her voice captivates.
So here’s to you, dear Margaret. May you continue to inspire generations with your words. And to the reader: if you haven’t yet, consider picking up Book of Lives. Dive into the life of an international treasure, one worth every single acknowledgment. You may find yourself wishing for more, just like I did—and perhaps, in the process, discover the stories of your own life anew.
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