There is Alex with his science-fiction story, which is grim and sexy and funny as he invents it verbally in the rooms where he hides from the authorities. There is Laura, whose book, notoriously and outrageously sexually explicit for the time at which it was published, has attracted a cult following. And, of course, there is Atwood, who subtly braids all these stories together and gradually reveals their buried secrets. Hers is a masterly performance. And to my surprise, I even began to appreciate the science-fiction too.
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