Margaret Atwood Biography

Biography

Type: Novelist, Poet, Businesswoman, Environmental activist

Born: November 18, 1939, Ottawa, Ontario, Canada

Died:

Margaret Atwood is a Canadian writer born on November 18, 1939 in Ottawa, Canada. The internationally-known author has written award-winning poetry, short-stories and novels, including The Circle Game (1966), The Handmaid’s Tale (1985), Snowbird (1981), The Blind Assassin (2000), The Tent (2006) and more. Her works have been translated into 30 different languages. Throughout her writing career, Margaret Atwood has received numerous awards and honourary degrees. She is the author of more than thirty-five volumes of poetry, children’s literature, fiction, and non-fiction and is perhaps best known for her novels, which include "The Edible Woman "(1970), "The Handmaid's Tale" (1983), "The Robber Bride" (1994), "Alias Grace" (1996), and "The Blind Assassin", which won the prestigious Booker Prize in 2000. Atwood's dystopic novel, Oryx and Crake, was published in 2003. "The Tent" (mini-fictions) and "Moral Disorder" (short stories) both appeared in 2006. Her most recent volume of poetry, "The Door", was published in 2007. Her non-fiction book," Payback: Debt and the Shadow Side of Wealth" ¬ in the Massey series, appeared in 2008, and her recent novel, "The Year of the Flood", in the autumn of 2009. Ms. Atwood's work has been published in more than forty languages, including Farsi, Japanese, Turkish, Finnish, Korean, Icelandic and Estonian. In 2004 she co-invented the Long Pen TM.

Margaret Atwood Quotes

I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would
I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed and that necessary.

A truth should exist, it should not be used like this. If I love you is
A truth should exist,
it should not be used
like this. If I love you

is that a fact or a weapon?

How could I be sleeping with this particular man.... Surely only true love could justify my
How could I be sleeping with this particular man.... Surely only true love could justify my lack of taste.

The only way you can write the truth is to assume that what you set down will never be read. Not by any other person, and not even by yourself at some later date. Otherwise you begin excusing yourself. You must see the writing as emerging like a long scroll of ink from the index finger of your right hand; you must see your left hand erasing it.

They didn't realize that her clumsiness was not the ordinary kind, not poor coordination. It was just because she wasn't sure where the edges of her body ended and the rest of the world began.

A word after a word after a word is power.. Margaret Atwood
A word after a word after a word is power.

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