While the NYT and The Guardian reviews differed in the level of enthusiasm, neither could deny Atwood's ongoing talents as a writer and a weaver of great stories. The many layers of her weaving, all connected to The Tempest, are clever and engaging. Humor and tragedy are strategically placed, and the pace was perfect for me. Read the reviews if you need to know more, or just take my suggestion and read it.
Perhaps this book held special meaning for me as it is partially modeled after Ontario's Stratford Festival, a place I've visited faithfully since my teens. On my last visit there (with my mother), we saw Christopher Plummer's Prospero in The Tempest, a performance that Atwood acknowledges as instrumental in creating Hag-Seed. Whatever my own connections might be, I found this read to be a welcome escape and reminder of how healing great literature can be.
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