Wtf
You are fired
The Republic of Gilead offers Offred only one option: to breed. If she deviates, she will, like all dissenters, be hanged at the wall or sent out to die slowly of radiation sickness. But even a repressive state cannot obliterate desire - neither Offredās nor that of the two men on which her future hangs. A brilliant and astutely perceived evocation of twenty-first-century America.
I went to a random page to copypaste its content here but I ended up reading it
Damn, this book is good.
Theyāve given me a small electric fan, which helps in this humidity. It whirs on the floor, in the corner, its blades encased in grille-work. If I were Moira, Iād know how to take it apart, reduce it to its cutting edges. I have no screwdriver, but if I were Moira I could do it without a screwdriver. Iām not Moira.
What would she tell me, about the Commander, if she were here? Probably sheād disapprove. She
disapproved of Luke, back then. Not of Luke but of the fact that he was married. She said I was poaching, on another womanās ground. I said Luke wasnāt a fish or a piece of dirt either, he was a human being and could make his own decisions.
She said I was rationalizing. I said I was in love. She said that was no excuse. Moira was always more
logical than I am. I said she didnāt have that problem herself anymore, since sheād decided to prefer women, and as far as I could see she had no scruples about stealing them or borrowing them when she felt like it.
She said it was different, because the balance of power was equal between women so sax was an evensteven transaction. I said āeven Stevenā was a sexist phrase, if she was going to be like that, and anyway that argument was outdated. She said I had trivialized the issue and if I thought it was outdated I was living with my head in the sand.
I said there was more than one way of living with your head in the sand and that if Moira thought she
could create Utopia by shutting herself up in a women-only enclave she was sadly mistaken. Men were
not just going to go away, I said. You couldnāt just ignore them.
Thatās like saying you should go out and catch syphilis merely because it exists, Moira said.
Are you calling Luke a social disease? I said.
Moira laughed. Listen to us, she said. Shit. We sound like your mother.
We both laughed then, and when she left we hugged each other as usual. There was a time when we didnāt hug, after sheād told me about being gay; but then she said I didnāt turn her on, reassuring me, and weād gone back to it. We could fight and wrangle and namecall, but it didnāt change anything underneath. She was still my oldest friend.
Is.
