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Related: About this forumThe Testaments by Margaret Atwood - read the exclusive first extract
Set more than 15 years after The Handmaids Tale, Atwoods Booker prize-shortlisted sequel revisits her dystopian republic Gilead
Part one: The Ardua Hall Holograph
Only dead people are allowed to have statues, but I have been given one while still alive. Already I am petrified.
This statue was a small token of appreciation for my many contributions, said the citation, which was read out by Aunt Vidala. Shed been assigned the task by our superiors, and was far from appreciative. I thanked her with as much modesty as I could summon, then pulled the rope that released the cloth drape shrouding me; it billowed to the ground, and there I stood. We dont do cheering here at Ardua Hall, but there was some discreet clapping. I inclined my head in a nod.
My statue is larger than life, as statues tend to be, and shows me as younger, slimmer, and in better shape than Ive been for some time. I am standing straight, shoulders back, my lips curved into a firm but benevolent smile. My eyes are fixed on some cosmic point of reference understood to represent my idealism, my unflinching commitment to duty, my determination to move forward despite all obstacles. Not that anything in the sky would be visible to my statue, placed as it is in a morose cluster of trees and shrubs beside the footpath running in front of Ardua Hall. We Aunts must not be too presumptuous, even in stone.
Clutching my left hand is a girl of seven or eight, gazing up at me with trusting eyes. My right hand rests on the head of a woman crouched at my side, her hair veiled, her eyes upturned in an expression that could be read as either craven or grateful one of our Handmaids and behind me is one of my Pearl Girls, ready to set out on her missionary work. Hanging from a belt around my waist is my Taser. This weapon reminds me of my failings: had I been more effective, I would not have needed such an implement. The persuasion in my voice would have been enough.
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Part one: The Ardua Hall Holograph
Only dead people are allowed to have statues, but I have been given one while still alive. Already I am petrified.
This statue was a small token of appreciation for my many contributions, said the citation, which was read out by Aunt Vidala. Shed been assigned the task by our superiors, and was far from appreciative. I thanked her with as much modesty as I could summon, then pulled the rope that released the cloth drape shrouding me; it billowed to the ground, and there I stood. We dont do cheering here at Ardua Hall, but there was some discreet clapping. I inclined my head in a nod.
My statue is larger than life, as statues tend to be, and shows me as younger, slimmer, and in better shape than Ive been for some time. I am standing straight, shoulders back, my lips curved into a firm but benevolent smile. My eyes are fixed on some cosmic point of reference understood to represent my idealism, my unflinching commitment to duty, my determination to move forward despite all obstacles. Not that anything in the sky would be visible to my statue, placed as it is in a morose cluster of trees and shrubs beside the footpath running in front of Ardua Hall. We Aunts must not be too presumptuous, even in stone.
Clutching my left hand is a girl of seven or eight, gazing up at me with trusting eyes. My right hand rests on the head of a woman crouched at my side, her hair veiled, her eyes upturned in an expression that could be read as either craven or grateful one of our Handmaids and behind me is one of my Pearl Girls, ready to set out on her missionary work. Hanging from a belt around my waist is my Taser. This weapon reminds me of my failings: had I been more effective, I would not have needed such an implement. The persuasion in my voice would have been enough.
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The Testaments by Margaret Atwood - read the exclusive first extract (Original Post)
demmiblue
Sep 2019
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PoindexterOglethorpe
(27,183 posts)1. I am 44th of 78 people who have that book on hold
at my library. They're ordering 22 copies, so I won't have to wait very long to get one.
hermetic
(8,752 posts)2. Ha!
I am 48th on our local list. They are getting 6 copies so I figure I'll see it sometime in 2021. Sounds like this is one of the most highly anticipated books in a long time.
"Praise be! Atwood's 'The Testaments' is a satisfying sequel to 'The Handmaid's Tale
Blessed be the fruit of Margaret Atwoods beautiful brain. The Testaments, the highly anticipated sequel to her 1985 dystopian masterpiece The Handmaids Tale, is satisfyingly full of answers; a gift. If you sense a certain calm in the world upon its release Tuesday, it will be the sound of Handmaids Nation becoming lost in 415 wonderful new pages."
sinkingfeeling
(54,062 posts)3. Got my book today. Pre-ordered from Barnes & Noble.
sinkingfeeling
(54,062 posts)4. On Chapter 29. Have to stop reading for tonight. Great book so
far!