Margaret Atwood

Our Concentration Camps

This generation will be remembered for having allowed for concentration camps for children to be built on “the land of the free and the home of the brave.” This is happening here and now, but not in our names.

Murder in Mexico: An Open Letter

When Privacy Is Theft

Dave Eggers’s ‘The Circle’

A Writer's Dreams

Most dreams of writers aren’t about dead people or writing, and—like everyone else’s dreams—they aren’t very memorable. They just seem to be the products of a psychic garburator chewing through the potato peels and coffee grounds of the day and burping them up to you as mush.

Ariel or Caliban?

Deeper into the Twungle

Not long ago, I found myself having a Twitter conversation with a rotating skull.

Atwood in the Twittersphere

A long time ago—less than a year ago in fact, but time goes all stretchy in the Twittersphere, just as it does in those folksongs in which the hero spends a night with the Queen of Faerie and then returns to find that a hundred years have passed and all his friends are dead…. Where was I?

The Homer of the Ants

The Double Life & Its Dangers

In the Heart of the Heartland

After the Last Battle

He Springs Eternal

Arguing Against Ice Cream

‘Castle of the Imagination’

The Queen of Quinkdom

Cops and Robbers

Mystery Man

In a “clues” novel, everything depends on who is where; in a Dashiell Hammett one, it was more likely to be who was who: disguises and false names were used, dark mean streets were prowled, cars were driven at speed, people blew in from elsewhere and hid out and skipped town.

The Case of Wei Jingsheng

Murder in Turkey

Help Salman Rushdie!