I have spent

…most of the day with Margaret Atwood. What fun. What I’m wondering today is why, oh why, did/do the Margarets, both Atwood, and Laurence, feel they must leave no stone unturned within their fiction? Why do they not leave something to dangle? After rereading The Handmaid’s Tale for the umpteenth time, I’m reminded so much how every word must lead somewhere, instead of nowhere. Why is that? Is there a rule about this? Is this marketing or what readers really want? This reminds me of DeLillo, and The Body Artist. How strange and cativating that small novel was/is to me as a reader. So like real life; there is so much, and there is nothing.