Feminist Sundays is a weekly meme created at Books and Reviews. The aim is simply to have a place and a time to talk about feminism and women’s issues. This is a place of tolerance, creativity, discussion, criticism and praise. Remember to keep in mind that everyone is entitled to their own opinion, although healthy discussion is encouraged.
Today, I wanted to return to the quick profiles and share some information about one of the most inspiring feminist writers out there: Margaret Atwood.
- Name: Margaret Atwood
- Dates and place: Born in 1939 in Ottawa, she grew up in northern Ontario and Quebec to where her father’s job as a zoologist took her. She later on enrolled in Victoria College, the University of Toronto and Radcliff College.
- Historical period: 20th and 21st century literature (with a focus on feminism and postmodernism)
- Biography: From early on, Margaret Atwood had an unusual and exciting life. His father’s job as a zoologist demanded that the family moved and she grew up “in the wilderness”. She has declared in many interviews that her early projects were turned down by editors, so when asked by anyone what she would say to anyone wishing to pursue a career on writing, she replies: “Write, write write, and then write some more.” Ever since her works were published, she has become one of the most talented and beloved writers of contemporary fiction.
- Famous for: All her novels! I really think it is very difficult to choose any of her works. Atwood is like a precious stone with many facets. She has re-written myths and stories from a feminist perspective (The Penelopiad), she has created a sub-genre in sci-fiction with her MaddAddam Trilogy, she has revisited historical events (Alias Grace) and has explored the future of a society where feminism does not exist (The Handmade’s Tale). She is also a great poet, and is a skillful short story writer. My favourite short story of hers is There was Once in which someone is telling a story to a girl, but things do to not turn as expected.
- Short story: THERE WAS ONCE.
- Poem: Is/Not
Love is not a profession
genteel or otherwise
sex is not dentistry
the slick filling of aches and cavities
you are not my doctor
you are not my cure,
nobody has that
power, you are merely a fellow/traveller
Give up this medical concern,
permit yourself anger
and permit me mine
which needs neither
your approval nor your surprise
which does not need to be made legal
which is not against a disease
but against you,
which does not need to be understood
or washed or cauterised,
which needs instead
to be said and said.
Permit me the present tense.