The writing is spare. The structure is tight. The observation of the human condition is both profound and impish. Character is crucial. The issues are huge and we feel the weight of them. Finally, it leaves the reader on a cliff-edge the like of which I have never encountered elsewhere. It was nominated for the Man Booker. I think it should have won
Mischief of a much darker variety drags me into the dystopian world of Margaret Atwood's Oryx and Crake. Although written in 2003, the year of Sars, many passages chill me to the core with their prescience, depicting elements of what we are living through now; a reminder of the fine line between the imagined and the real . . . Shocking and darkly humorous with much to say on the pharmaceutical and beauty industries. A book to galvanise me.