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Fiction. Literature. Short Stories. HTML:Atwood triumphs with these dazzling, personal stories in her first collection since Wilderness Tips. In these ten interrelated stories Atwood traces the course of a life and also the lives intertwined with it, while evoking the drama and the humour that colour common experiences �?? the birth of a baby, divorce and remarriage, old age and death. With settings ranging from Toronto, northern Quebec, and rural Ontario, the stories begin in the present, as a couple no longer young situate themselves in a larger world no longer safe. Then the narrative goes back in time to the forties and moves chronologically forward toward the present. In �??The Art of Cooking and Serving,�?� the twelve-year-old narrator does her best to accommodate the arrival of a baby sister. After she boldly declares her independence, we follow the narrator into young adulthood and then through a complex relationship. In �??The Entities,�?� the story of two women haunted by the past unfolds. The magnificent last two stories reveal the heartbreaking old age of parents but circle back again to childhood, to complete the cycle. By turns funny, lyrical, incisive, tragic, earthy, shocking, and deeply personal, Moral Disorder displays Atwood�??s celebrated storytelling gifts and unmistakable style to their best advantage. This is vintage Atwood, writing at the hei… (more)
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This is the story of a woman's life told in short story form. While the stories can stand alone, they work beautifully together to create a portrait of a life. Nell comes of age just before the sixties and seventies upended the social order, turning her from an independent spirit into someone just not adventurous enough. Her life is an ordinary one, but beautifully told. My favorite story is His Last Duchess, in which Nell thinks about the women she reads about in her literature class. While I love Atwood's more adventurous novels, like Oryx and Crake and The Blind Assassin, I think this quieter story allows her writing and nuanced characterizations to really shine.
Just this quote, on aging:
“People she loves – people her own age – a lot of those people have died. Most of them have died. Hardly any of them are left. She wants to know about each death as it happens, but then she won’t mention those people again. She’s got them safe, inside her head somewhere, in a form she prefers. She’s got them back in the layer of time where they belong.”
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Like many autobiographical things, nothing much really happens. Just normal people living normal lives, much of the drama between the cracks of the stories. Actually, they are fascinating people living interesting lives, so perhaps the fact that they feel familiar and prosaic tells you something about the storytelling. The final story, reflecting on how her mother loves to be told stories about her life when she is old, and the protagonist only knows the ones her mother has told her, and the glimpses of others she sees in the photoalbum, make you feel that this book was written as a gift to the narrators future self...
All the stories deal with the life of one woman, Nell, an archetypal Canadian "everywoman." What makes this woman special is the choices she makes. These are everyday choices made by a woman with a strong moral compass. With each choice, life takes a new path, thus the moral disorder of the title. This book is about the mysterious unpredictability of life. At one point Nell panics and asks, "What if I missed a turn somewhere—missed my own future?"
The stories are delivered to us like random memories. Some of the stories are told in the first person, others are written as third-person narratives. The stories span more than six decades and do not appear in any chronological order. But by the end, this structure makes complete sense and brings the reader full circle from the end, back to the beginning. There is much to be contemplated at what stories are missing from the work. For example, there are no stories about Nell’s daughter or stepsons. What is there are stories about Nell and her husband, parents, sister, and friends. There are also stories about the beloved animals in her life: a horse named Gladys, a dog named Howl, and a much-loved hand-reared baby lamb that had the misfortune of being born a male. Unnamed, this poor future heartache was destined for the dinner table.
Attwood admits that many of events in these stores have strong autobiographical roots. This becomes achingly apparent in the last two stories where Atwood delivers a heart-wrenching first-person narrative about—what is purposefully in this story—an unnamed mature protagonist serving as loving caretaker of rapidly declining elderly parents. These parents could easily fit in with what we know about Nell, and what we know about Atwood. These pieces show Atwood at the height of her talent. These are pieces woven of pure magic and unconditionally every-lasting love.
There is a character at the end of the father’s story, a brilliant young entomologist from India that comes to Canada to conduct field study with the father at his summer entomology lab located in the wilds of Labrador. He appears on the scene like a mirage, a pampered upper class man in English summer whites hauling along his suitcase and tennis racket into the mosquito-infested lake lands of wild northern Canada. This character springs to life so vividly that the reader can imagine him virtually popping off the page and asking: "Why am I here, on this page, made real in this strange book?" Atwood seems to make the character dimly aware of his own existence—his own fictional immortality. This makes the reader ponder: "Does Atwood realize that she has given her own parents a form of fictional immortality in these stories?" Of course, she does…but it is we, the readers, who are ultimately inspired and encouraged by these heartwarming inclusions!
Once the reader has completed the last two stories, the first story takes on new meaning. This first story, Bad News, plants Nell firmly in the present. She and her husband are old but not elderly. Nothing major is wrong with either of them, at least not yet. But Nell is terrified of the unknown but inevitable future that she calls "not yet"…that period in life where only one of them remains. When the reader finishes the last story, The Boys in the Lab, we know the roots of that terror. In that story, we meet Nell’s mother at the end of her life—a widow, blind, barely hearing out of one ear, and rapidly losing her memory.
If one views these stories as a novel, then this book succeeds brilliantly as a character study. Nell is unforgettable. I will have a hard time separating her from Atwood in my mind, but I do know that this person will stay alive in my memory for a very long time. Nell is a completely whole and real person—a character seared into my brain, as are all the best characters in great literary fiction. This book reminds me most of Three Junes by Julia Glass. That book, too, was a masterful character study with little or no coherent plot line other than the everyday stories of real life. It was also built upon a unique structure that added synergy to the whole.
I loved this book and recommend it highly. But it is clearly not a book that will attract everyone. This is a work that is rife with mature themes, and these mature themes are best understood and appreciated by a mature reader—one who has already spend half a century or more experiencing the moral disorder of their own lives. In this work Atwood gives us nothing short of real life—random, disordered, unpredictable—but life embraced lovingly with open arms despite all these uncertainties and the ultimate terror of that last unknown.
The book will be enjoyed by Margaret Atwood fans and I think readers new to her work might enjoy it as a starting point because it's a simple but fascinating read.
Short enough to read in one sitting or spread out longer depending on how much you like to take in or deliberate as you're reading. Having finished this I could easily go straight on to another book by her which is testament to how different each of her books are; usually I'd have to have a break in between authors.
Well worth reading!
Margaret Atwood is a fine writer and this is a wonderful, thought-provoking and compelling book.
If you're a die-hard Margaret Atwood fan, give it a shot. Otherwise, skip it.
"Yet I think of that period as having been a happy time in my life... Happy is the wrong word. Important."
Margaret Atwood is brilliant with words and captures perfectly an average life and all the emotions that come along with it. I haven't read anything by her previous to this but definitely plan to check out more of her work now that I've finished this collection.
The language may be light and delicate but Atwood addresses substantial, fundamental and timeless truths, and does it with her usual exquisite irony and gentle humour. The Bad News of the first story is imagined “as a huge bird, with the wings of a crow and the face of my Grade Four schoolteacher” which drops rotten eggs. Death, anyone’s death, but especially her partner’s, is the bad egg the aging Nell doesn’t want to hear, “not yet”.
The compilation begins and ends with stories about aging and disintegration and the inevitability, if not acceptance, of death. The intervening linked stories dissect the pleasures and agonies of a girl maturing, and show how she negotiates her important relationships. We see her engage—or struggle to engage—with her sister, parents, lovers, partner, partner’s ex-wife and partner’s children, though not with her own children: an odd gap in an otherwise rich portrait of a woman’s life.
This collection also explores the relationship of reading to living, of the role of stories in influencing our understanding, our dreaming and our remembering. A cookbook, The Art of Cooking and Serving, presents the younger Nell with a more attractive, ordered, and certain world than that which she inhabits, but she eventually, suddenly, senses a future where she “no longer has to do service”. My Last Duchess weaves Nell’s analysis of the eponymous poem with her developing understanding of boy/girl relationships. In this tale it is the girl who survives.
Later stories focus less on written narratives as a source of illumination and more on other characters’ personal legends, those tellings and re-tellings and rememberings and misremembering by which we come to know each other and construct ourselves.
As Nell notes in The Other Place, “We can’t really travel to the past, no matter how we try. If we do it’s as tourists.” Atwood offers up these little tours, these little explorations of both the significant and the not-so-obviously-important moments in her character’s life. Is it Atwood’s life? It might be, or some parts of her life. That doesn’t matter. It has a sense of truth to it, whether it is true or not. Any of us who have had similar experiences will recognise the emotional and existential reality of these stories even if our details are different.
"Yet I think of that period as having been a happy time in my life... Happy is the wrong word. Important."
Margaret Atwood is brilliant with words and captures perfectly an average life and all the emotions that come along with it. I haven't read anything by her previous to this but definitely plan to check out more of her work now that I've finished this collection.
I think my favourite story is probably the title story which details how the couple (Nell and Tig) populate their "farm" with animals of all kinds and the difficult choices you have to make about those animals. It reminded me a lot of the farm I grew up on. Every year we would have newborn lambs being bottle raised in the kitchen. And I can still recall being butted into the fence by the ram. Atwood captures all the nuances of life on a farm.