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Il racconto dell’ancella si chiude con la porta del furgone che sbatte sul futuro di Difred. Milioni di lettori si sono chiesti che ne sarà di lei… Libertà, prigione, morte?
L'attesa è finita.
Il nuovo romanzo, I testamenti, riprende la storia quindici anni dopo, con gli esplosivi testamenti di tre narratrici di Galaad.
«Questo libro nasce da tutte quelle domande che mi avete fatto su Galaad e i suoi meccanismi interni. Be', non solo da questo. L’altra fonte d’ispirazione è il mondo in cui viviamo oggi».
Margaret Atwood
512 pages, ebook
First published September 10, 2019
Where there is emptiness, the mind will obligingly fill it up. Fear is always at hand to supply any vacancies, as is curiosity.
“You don’t believe the sky is falling until a chunk of it falls on you.”





You’ll labour over this manuscript of mine, reading and rereading, picking nits as you go.
"That was when they suspended the Constitution. They said it would be temporary. There wasn't even any rioting in the street. People stayed at home at night, watching television"
“Glad you made it,” said Captain Mishimengo. He shook our hands; he had two fingers missing. He was stocky, about sixty, with tanned skin and a short black beard. “Now here’s our story, supposing you’re asked: this is a cod schooner, solar, with fuel backup. Flag of convenience is Lebanon. We’ve delivered a cargo of cod and lemons by special licence, which means the grey market, and now we’re heading back out. You’ll need to stay out of sight during the day: I heard from my contact, via Bert who dropped you at the dock, that they’re bound to be looking for you soon. There’s a place for you to sleep, in the hold. If there’s an inspection, coast guard, it won’t be thorough, it’s guys we know.” He rubbed his fingers together, which I knew meant money.

