It's probably my favorite book of fiction published in the last ten years.
I don't know how many people read it. There were attacks on Atwood for speaking in Israel not all that long ago.
But this was a book of fiction that, in some ways, was a sequel to Atwood's The Handmaiden's Tale and, in some ways, was a science primer. I'm sure those with a science background would enjoy the book even more than I do.
But it's in the near future and we live in gated communities (if we're lucky) and we've destroyed the environment but seem too in love with our gadgets and the various forms of elective surgery we can now have that we really don't care. Those not in gated communities care -- especially those who are part of the resistance. And we've not just screwed the environment, we've f**ked over Mother Nature. We're creating all these new animal hybrids.
I read it when it came out meaning I read it when Bully Boy Bush was occupying the White House and the scary nature of the book was something I attempted to pin off on him but grasped might go beyond him. And it has. Everything that was frightening under Bush remains frightening today under his twin Barack.
In the book, you've got hybrids like pigs and balloons, and skunks and racoons, and you've got an intentional pandemic.
Closing with C.I.'s "Iraq snapshot:"