Alias Grace by Margaret AtwoodAlias Grace by Margaret Atwood

Alias Grace

byMargaret Atwood

Mass Market Paperback | March 14, 2000

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In Alias Grace, bestselling author Margaret Atwood has written her most captivating, disturbing, and ultimately satisfying work since The Handmaid's Tale. She takes us back in time and into the life of one of the most enigmatic and notorious women of the nineteenth century.

Grace Marks has been convicted for her involvement in the vicious murders of her employer, Thomas Kinnear, and Nancy Montgomery, his housekeeper and mistress. Some believe Grace is innocent; others think her evil or insane. Now serving a life sentence, Grace claims to have no memory of the murders.

Dr. Simon Jordan, an up-and-coming expert in the burgeoning field of mental illness, is engaged by a group of reformers and spiritualists who seek a pardon for Grace. He listens to her story while bringing her closer and closer to the day she cannot remember. What will he find in attempting to unlock her memories? Is Grace a female fiend? A bloodthirsty femme fatale? Or is she the victim of circumstances?
Margaret Atwood was born in Ottawa in 1939, and grew up in northern Quebec and Ontario, and later in Toronto. She has lived in numerous cities in Canada, the U.S., and Europe. She is the author of more than forty books — novels, short stories, poetry, literary criticism, social history, and books for children. Atwood’s work is acclaime...

interview with the author

Q: Many of the characters in Alias Grace, including Grace Marks, are historical figures. How did you first discover this story?

A: I came across it a long time ago when I was writing a series of poems about one of the people who makes an appearance in the book—Susanna Moodie, who wrote the story. But she wrote it, as she says, from memory, and she got a lot of it wrong, as I found when I went back to the actual newspapers of the time and went into things such as the prison records. It always bothered me that the story Moodie told was so theatrical. It made you wonder, could it really have been like that? And when I went back to check, in fact, it wasn’t. She had done a certain amount of embroidery.

Q: How did you determine when to stick to the facts, and when to fictionalize?

A: When there was a known fact, I felt that I had to use it. In other words, I stuck to the known facts when they were truly known. But when there were gaps or when there were things suggested that nobody ever explained, I felt I was free to invent. For instance, Mary Whitney was the name that appeared as Grace’s alias in the picture that accompanies her confession, but none of the commentators ever mentions a thing about it. Although people at the time may have set down a version of events, you can’t actually go back and question them. And they leave out the things that you would most like to know. People don’t have the consideration to foresee that you might be interested in this stuff 150 years later.

Q: What was the most challenging bit of history for you to find?

A: The most difficult thing I had to discover was at the very beginning—I tried to find Thomas Kinnear. It turned out there were two Thomas Kinnears, and one of them would have been about seventy-three years old at the time of the murders. I figured it couldn’t have been him—otherwise you wouldn’t have had the steamy element of the story, with Thomas Kinnear having a mistress who was his housekeeper, and some people feeling that he was also flirting with Grace. So I went looking for him, and I couldn’t find his grave or Nancy’s grave, although I knew where they were supposed to be buried. I discovered that they really were buried there, but in unmarked graves. I did finally trace Kinnear back through the Scottish end, and it appears that he was the half brother of a man who lived in Scotland. But the Burke’s Peerage listing for the family shows Thomas as dying in the year when he turns up in Canada. In other words, it’s the age-old English point of view that going to Canada is the same as death. It’s also true, however, that Scottish families often felt that it was as scandalous to be murdered as to do the murdering, and the Kinnears may have tried to cover up the murder.

Q: How differently do you think Grace would have been treated today—psychiatrically and judicially?

A: It would be a very different kind of trial. Today you would have expert witnesses. There weren’t any then, you didn’t have any of that at all. And certainly psychiatry as we have it today was not recognized as a science in the same way then. There were medical practitioners who were interested in it and people who were studying mental conditions, but there was nothing like the kind of establishment we have today.

Q: Grace often felt that people were curious about her less because she was a "celebrated murderess" than McDermott’s "paramour." What role did the Victorian attitude toward sex play in her treatment?

A: About the same as it would now. She certainly was celebrated, by the way. People went to see her the way you would go to see the elephant in the zoo. In those days you could visit prisons and insane asylums as a tourist attraction. People would go to the prison and say, "Here I am, and I’d like to see Grace Marks." And she would be trotted out for them to look at. The question is, would they have been as interested if there hadn’t been a sex angle? Well, probably not, same as now. The big question for them was: Did she or didn’t she? And there were things to be said on either side. For instance, although she had run off with McDermott, when they got to the tavern in Lewiston, they had separate rooms. It was generally assumed that it was that kind of relationship, but Grace is not on record anywhere as having said so.

Q: In your afterword, you write that the attitudes people had toward Grace "reflected contemporary ambiguity about the nature of women." What do you mean by that?

A: One group felt that women were feeble and incapable of definite action; that is, Grace must have been compelled by force to run away with McDermott and that she was a victim. Other people took the view that women, when they got going, were inherently more evil than men, and that it was therefore Grace who had instigated the crime and led McDermott on. So you had a real split between woman as demon and woman as pathetic.
Title:Alias GraceFormat:Mass Market PaperbackDimensions:592 pages, 6.9 × 4.15 × 1.25 inPublished:March 14, 2000Publisher:Doubleday CanadaLanguage:English

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Rated 3 out of 5 by from Alias Grace by Margaret Atwood And as we notice Atwood’s abilities in working with patches, we recognized her literary artistry and her understanding of the powers of fiction. When stories are woven they are nothing at all, but when they are finished, with all their parts sewn together, they become what they are. Not surprisingly is Scheherezade invoked in the novel. For stories, mixing truths and falsities acquire the nature of something else. They are not too different from the Tree of Paradise, the tree of Life and of Good & Evil.
Date published: 2017-12-10
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Alias Grace by Margaret Atwood And as we notice Atwood’s abilities in working with patches, we recognized her literary artistry and her understanding of the powers of fiction. When stories are woven they are nothing at all, but when they are finished, with all their parts sewn together, they become what they are. Not surprisingly is Scheherezade invoked in the novel. For stories, mixing truths and falsities acquire the nature of something else. They are not too different from the Tree of Paradise, the tree of Life and of Good & Evil.
Date published: 2017-12-09
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Alias Grace by Margaret Atwood And as we notice Atwood’s abilities in working with patches, we recognized her literary artistry and her understanding of the powers of fiction. When stories are woven they are nothing at all, but when they are finished, with all their parts sewn together, they become what they are. Not surprisingly is Scheherezade invoked in the novel. For stories, mixing truths and falsities acquire the nature of something else. They are not too different from the Tree of Paradise, the tree of Life and of Good & Evil.
Date published: 2017-12-09
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Strange things do happen here This was my introduction to Margaret Atwood and it remains one of my favourites. Will leave one asking who is Grace?
Date published: 2015-01-22
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Strange things do happen here A good read, historical and entertaining
Date published: 2014-01-06
Rated 5 out of 5 by from I fell in love with this book. Alias Grace is a fiction based off of the true story of Grace Marks, Ontario's first murderess. As a young immigrant to the country, Grace was forced to make her own life in Toronto, and eventually found her way to Richmond Hill where she worked for several months. It is here, that she allegedly had a hand in the murder of her employer and his housekeeper. The book starts out with an intriguing dream and it's in a similar manner that Atwood weaves this tale. She takes you through Grace's childhood (narrated by Grace to her psychologist) into her years as a young woman working in many houses and mansions, past the murder and the trial and into the rest of Grace's life. This is a book you become invested in.
Date published: 2010-08-30
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Canadian historical fiction So this will be the second Atwood novel I've read in about a year -- the first being The Edible Woman. While The Edible Woman is more of a commentary on consumer culture (it almost reminds me of a feminist version of DeLillo's White Noise), Alias Grace is at the other end of the spectrum entirely as it is historical fiction. With Grace Marks, Atwood creates a memorable character -- not unlike other protagonists she has created in the past. Alias Grace is a bewildering gothic tale of gender ideology, murder, the historical, and the fictitious. It definitely is a novel that will stay with you long after you have finished it, and offers more questions than answers. Great read; I'd recommend it to anyone who is a fan of Atwood, Canadian fiction or historical fiction in general. A good novel for discussion as well.
Date published: 2010-03-19
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Fascinating! This fictionalized account is based on the true story of 16 year old Grace Marks who was accused and found guilty of accessory to the murders of her master and his mistress, the housekeeper, in 1840s Toronto, Canada. As the book starts Grace is in prison and is waiting to be seen by a doctor who has obtained permission to study her. He is not the usual type of doctor but rather a doctor of the mind. The narrative of the book switches from the 1st person of Grace to the third person narrative of the doctor and between these narratives are letters between the characters, excerpts from contemporary papers and poetry. The switching views and narratives keeps the reading moving. I particularly enjoy this type of back and forth narrative. Atwood has done a splendid job of filling in the spaces and presenting a perfectly plausible story of what really may have happened. I really enjoyed the book. The themes are among my favourite topics, Victorian era prisons, asylums, a madwoman, a sensational murder case, and these all make for interesting reading. The character of Grace is fully realized and we care what has happened to her and will become of her but we never really know whether she is guilty, innocent or insane. Atwood's books often give off literary airs but sometimes I think they are just great genre fiction and this one is a magnificent historical fiction. Great book!
Date published: 2008-05-27
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Now addicted I absolutely loved this book! It was my first Atwood book, and now I'm addicted. I want to read all of her books.
Date published: 2007-11-28
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Fantastic! “Alias Grace” takes place during the 1800’s in Canada. On July 23, 1843 the murders of a farmer Thomas Kinnar and his mistress and housekeeper Nancy Montgomery occurred. Furthermore, Grace Marks and James McDermott, both servants to Thomas Kinnar, had left the country and were found in the Unites States of America. They were accused of murdering Nancy and Thomas and were tried for murder on November 1843. James McDermott was convicted and sentenced to hang. On the other hand, Grace was convicted also but was sentenced to life in jail at the Kingston Penitentiary. As the story unfolds the readers are left to determine whether or not Grace was innocent or guilty and to come to their own conclusion concerning what really happened on the day the murders had taken place. Although this book is fiction, Margaret Atwood based this story around a real crime. Atwood captivates the readers by forcing them to look at Grace Marks through different perspectives. I recommend this book.
Date published: 2006-07-14
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great Read I found this book to facinating especially when I discovered the character was a real person. I found myself wanting to research the event after reading the story. Margaret Atwood has a great way of describing detail in a way that make you want to visit the places that she writes about. I have recommended this book to all of my friends.
Date published: 2001-01-06
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Captivating Margaret Atwood weaves insight and suspense into this historical tale. The language is beautifully poetic and makes this captivating subject even more so. Particularly notable about its telling is the overlapping of actual facts with fictional ones, and the voices and viewpoints of many different characters. Such handling of the story left me in awe at every page. I am now decidedly an Atwood fan.
Date published: 2001-01-05
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Fact and fiction An insightful and somewhat tongue-in-cheek comment on the misinterpretation and deliberate sensationalism that can occur in a media circus that occurs during and after a murder trial. Centered around 1800 characters, the romanticized and villianized portrayals of an unlikely alleged murderer could be easily transposed to reflect modern-day portrayals of media darlings-- regardless of their respective claims to fame.
Date published: 2000-12-09
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Atwood's best novel Margaret Atwood does a superb job of captivating her audience with an incredible array of characters and a wonderfully written plot that is different than the rest of her books. Grace Marks comes alive, a young girl at the centre of tragedy and hardship. It is clear that Atwood has spent a great deal of time researching the real story and using her wrtiting talents to finctionaize it in a believable way. I can picture Old Toronto and Kingston in her descriptions. If you want to read an Atwood classic, read this if you don't read anything else. This is in my top ten list!
Date published: 2000-12-06
Rated 5 out of 5 by from HerStory Alias Grace is an enchanting tale where fact and fiction are melded to create a perfect escape. Atwood brought the characters back to life. Describing the house, landscape, wardrobe - everything in such detail, that I felt as though I watched the story instead of reading it.
Date published: 2000-11-24
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great Read Alias Grace is truly one of Margaret Atwoods greatest novels. The fact that she uses an actual event in Canadian history makes it even better. The characters are believable and real. The story line never dulls or becomes boring. This is a great book. I couldn't put it down.
Date published: 2000-11-22
Rated 5 out of 5 by from COULDN'T PUT THIS ONE DOWN The more I read Margaret Atwood the more I love her style of writing. This was really well done and it is one of the best written novels I have ever read. It is based on a real character and after finishing the novel I was compelled to find out how much was actually known about the main character, Grace Marks
Date published: 2000-09-25
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Alias Grace Alias Grace is a very powerful book written in a "mosiac" manner. Margaret Atwood takes a true story about a woman living in "Toronto" in the 1800's and tells us about a suppossed murder and it's consequences through the eyes of many characters. The characters are very believable, and due to Atwood's individualized character traits, one feels empathetic to many of the characters. Atwood also adds a sense of mystery to the book in that some characters believe Grace to be guilty and others believe her to be has to keep reading to find out the truth! This is an excellent book, and one that is hard to put down. Enjoy your read!
Date published: 2000-09-01

Read from the Book

1859.I am sitting on the purple velvet settee in the Governor's parlour, the Governor's wife's parlour; it has always been the Governor's wife's parlour although it is not always the same wife, as they change them around according to the politics. I have my hands folded in my lap the proper way although I have no gloves. The gloves I would wish to have would be smooth and white, and would be without a wrinkle.I am often in this parlour, clearing away the tea things and dusting the small tables and the long mirror with the frame of grapes and leaves around its and the pianoforte; and the tall clock that came from Europe, with the orange-gold sun and the silver moon, that go in and out according to the time of day and the week of the month. I like the clock best of anything in the parlour, although it measures time and I have too much of that on my hands already.But I have never sat down on the settee before, as it is for the guests. Mrs. Alderman Parkinson said a lady must never sit in a chair a gentleman has just vacated, though she would not say why; but Mary Whitney said, Because, you silly goose, it's still warm from his bum; which was a coarse thing to say. So I cannot sit here without thinking of the ladylike bums that have sat on this very settee, all delicate and white, like wobbly softboiled eggs.The visitors wear afternoon dresses with rows of buttons up their fronts, and stiff wire crinolines beneath. It's a wonder they can sit down at all, and when they walk, nothing touches their legs under the billowing skirts, except their shifts and stockings. They are like swans, drifting along on unseen feet; or else like the jellyfish in the waters of the rocky harbour near our house, when I was little, before I ever made the long sad journey across the ocean. They were bell-shaped and ruffled, gracefully waving and lovely under the sea; but if they washed up on the beach and dried out in the sun there was nothing left of them. And that is what the ladies are like: mostly water.There were no wire crinolines when I was first brought here. They were horsehair then, as the wire ones were not thought of. I have looked at them hanging in the wardrobes, when I go in to tidy and empty the slops. They are like birdcages; but what is being caged in? Legs, the legs of ladies; legs penned in so they cannot get out and go rubbing up against the gentlemen's trousers. The Governor's wife never says legs, although the newspapers said legs when they were talking about Nancy, with her dead legs sticking out from under the washtub.It isn't only the jellyfish ladies that come. On Tuesdays we have the Woman Question, and the emancipation of this or that, with reform-minded persons of both sexes; and on Thursdays the Spiritualist Circle, for tea and conversing with the dead, which is a comfort to the Governor's wife because of her departed infant son. But mainly it is the ladies. They sit sipping from the thin cups, and the Governor's wife rings a little china bell. She does not like being the Governor's wife, she would prefer the Governor to be the governor of something other than a prison. The Governor had good enough friends to get him made the Governor, but not for anything else.So here she is, and she must make the most of her social position and accomplishments, and although an object of fear, like a spider, and of charity as well, I am also one of the accomplishments. I come into the room and curtsy and move about, mouth straight, head bent, and I pick up the cups or set them down, depending; and they stare without appearing to, out from under their bonnets.The reason they want to see me is that I am a celebrated murderess. Or that is what has been written down. When I first saw it I was surprised because they say Celebrated Singer and Celebrated Poetess and Celebrated Spiritualist and Celebrated Actress, but what is there to celebrate about murder? All the same, Murderess is a strong word to have attached to you. It has a smell to it, that word—musky and oppressive, like dead flowers in a vase. Sometimes at night I whisper it over to myself. Murderess, Murderess. It rustles, like a taffeta skirt across the floor.Murderer is merely brutal. It's like a hammer, or a lump of metal. I would rather be a murderess than a murderer, if those are the only choices.Sometimes when I am dusting the mirror with the grapes I look at myself in it, although I know it is vanity. In the afternoon light of the parlour my skin is a pale mauve, like a faded bruise, and my teeth are greenish. I think of all the things that have been written about me—that I am an inhuman female demon, that I am an innocent victim of a blackguard forced against my will and in danger of my own life, that I was too ignorant to know how to act and that to hang me would be judicial murder, that I am fond of animals, that I am very handsome with a brilliant complexion, that I have blue eyes, that I have green eyes, that I have auburn and also brown hair, that I am tall and also not above the average height, that I am well and decently dressed, that I robbed a dead woman to appear so, that I am brisk and smart about my work, that I am of a sullen disposition with a quarrelsome temper, that I have the appearance of a person rather above my humble station, that I am a good girl with a pliable nature and no harm is told of me, that I am cunning and devious, that I am soft in the head and little better than an idiot. And I wonder, how can I be all of these different things at once?It was my own lawyer, Mr. Kenneth MacKenzie, Esq., who told them I was next door to an idiot. I was angry with him over that, but he said it was by far my best chance and I should not appear to be too intelligent. He said he would plead my case to the utmost of his ability, because whatever the truth of the matter I was little more than a child at the time, and he supposed it came down to free will and whether or not one held with it. He was a kind gentleman although I could not make head nor tail of much of what he said, but it must have been good pleading. The newspapers wrote that he performed heroically against overwhelming odds. Though I don't know why they called it pleading, as he was not pleading but trying to make all of the witnesses appear immoral or malicious, or else mistaken.I wonder if he ever believed a word I said.When I have gone out of the room with the tray, the ladies look at the Governor's wife's scrapbook. Oh imagine, I feel quite faint, they say, and You let that woman walk around loose in your house, you must have nerves of iron, my own would never stand it. Oh well one must get used to such things in our situation, we are virtually prisoners ourselves you know, although one must feel pity for these poor benighted creatures, and after all she was trained as a servant, and it's as well to keep them employed, she is a wonderful seamstress, quite deft and accomplished, she is a great help in that way especially with the girls' frocks, she has an eye for trimmings, and under happier circumstances she could have made an excellent milliner's assistant.Although naturally she can be here only during the day, I would not have her in the house at night. You are aware that she has spent time in the Lunatic Asylum in Toronto, seven or eight years ago it was, and although she appears to be perfectly recovered you never know when they may get carried away again, sometimes she talks to herself and sings out loud in a most peculiar manner. One cannot take chances, the keepers conduct her back in the evenings and lock her up properly, otherwise I wouldn't be able to sleep a wink. Oh I don't blame you, there is only so far one can go in Christian charity, a leopard cannot change its spots and no one could say you have not done your duty and shown a proper feeling.The Governor's wife's scrapbook is kept on the round table with the silk shawl covering it, branches like vines intertwined, with flowers and red fruit and blue birds, it is really one large tree and if you stare at it long enough the vines begin to twist as if a wind is blowing them. It was sent from India by her eldest daughter who is married to a missionary, which is not a thing I would care to do myself. You would be sure to die early, if not from the rioting natives as at Cawnpore with horrid outrages committed on the persons of respectable gentlewomen, and a mercy they were all slaughtered and put out of their misery, for only think of the shame; then from the malaria, which turns you entirely yellow, and you expire in raving fits; in any case before you could turn around, there you would be, buried under a palm tree in a foreign clime. I have seen pictures of them in the book of Eastern engravings the Governor's wife takes out when she wishes to shed a tear.On the same round table is the stack of Godey's Ladies' Books with the fashions that come up from the States, and also the Keepsake Albums of the two younger daughters. Miss Lydia tells me I am a romantic figure; but then the two of them are so young they hardly know what they are saying. Sometimes they pry and tease; they say, Grace, why don't you ever smile or laugh, we never see you smiling, and I say I suppose Miss I have gotten out of the way of it. My face won't bend in that direction any more. But if I laughed out loud I might not be able to stop; and also it would spoil their romantic notion of me. Romantic people are not supposed to laugh, I know that much from looking at the pictures.The daughters put all kinds of things into their albums, little scraps of cloth from their dresses, little snippets of ribbon, pictures cut from magazines—the Ruins of Ancient Rome, the Picturesque Monasteries of the French Alps, Old London Bridge, Niagara Falls in summer and in winter, which is a thing I would like to see as all say it is very impressive, and portraits of Lady This and Lord That from England. And their friends write things in their graceful handwriting, To Dearest Lydia from your Eternal Friend, Clara Richards; To Dearest Marianne In Memory of Our Splendid Picnic on the Shores of Bluest Lake Ontario. And also poems:As round about the sturdy OakEntwines the loving Ivy Vine,My Faith so true, I pledge to You,'Twill evermore be none but Thine, Your Faithful Laura.Or else:Although from you I far must roam,Do not be broken hearted, We two who in the Soul are One Are never truly parted. Your Lucy.This young lady was shortly afterwards drowned in the Lake when her ship went down in a gale, and nothing was ever found but her box with her initials done in silver nails; it was still locked, so although damp, nothing spilt out, and Miss Lydia was given a scarf out of it as a keepsake.When I am dead and in my grave And all my bones are rotten,When this you see, remember me, Lest I should be forgotten.That one is signed, I will always be with you in Spirit, Your loving 'Nancy', Hannah Edmonds, and I must say the first time I saw that, it gave me a fright, although of course it was a different Nancy. Still, the rotten bones. They would be, by now. Her face was all black by the time they found her, there must have been a dreadful smell. It was so hot then, it was July, still she went off surprisingly soon, you'd think she would have kept longer in the dairy, it is usually cool down there. I am certainly glad I was not present, as it would have been very distressing.I don't know why they are all so eager to be remembered. What good will it do them? There are some things that should be forgotten by everyone, and never spoken of again.The Governor's wife's scrapbook is quite different. Of course she is a grown woman and not a young girl, so although she is just as fond of remembering, what she wants to remember is not violets or a picnic. No Dearest and Love and Beauty, no Eternal Friends, none of those things for her; what it has instead is all the famous criminals in it—the ones that have been hanged, or else brought here to be penitent, because this is a Penitentiary and you are supposed to repent while in it, and you will do better if you say you have done so, whether you have anything to repent of or not.The Governor's wife cuts these crimes out of the newspapers and pastes them in; she will even write away for old newspapers with crimes that were done before her time. It is her collection, she is a lady and they are all collecting things these days, and so she must collect something, and she does this instead of pulling up ferns or pressing flowers, and in any case she likes to horrify her acquaintances.So I have read what they put in about me. She showed the scrapbook to me herself, I suppose she wanted to see what I would do; but I've learnt how to keep my face still, I made my eyes wide and flat, like an owl's in torchlight, and I said I had repented in bitter tears, and was now a changed person, and would she wish me to remove the tea things now; but I've looked in there since, many times, when I've been in the parlour by myself.A lot of it is lies. They said in the newspaper that I was illiterate, but I could read some even then. I was taught early by my mother, before she got too tired for it, and I did my sampler with leftover thread, A is for Apple, B is for Bee; and also Mary Whitney used to read with me, at Mrs. Alderman Parkinson's, when we were doing the mending; and I've learnt a lot more since being here, as they teach you on purpose. They want you to be able to read the Bible, and also tracts, as religion and thrashing are the only remedies for a depraved nature and our immortal souls must be considered. It is shocking how many crimes the Bible contains. The Governor's wife should cut them all out and paste them into her scrapbook.They did say some true things. They said I had a good character; and that was so, because nobody had ever taken advantage of me, although they tried. But they called James McDermott my paramour. They wrote it down, right in the newspaper. I think it is disgusting to write such things down.That is what really interests them—the gentlemen and the ladies both. They don't care if I killed anyone, I could have cut dozens of throats, it's only what they admire in a soldier, they'd scarcely blink. No: was I really a paramour, is their chief concern, and they don't even know themselves whether they want the answer to be no or yes.I'm not looking at the scrapbook now, because they may come in at any moment. I sit with my rough hands folded, eyes down, staring at the flowers in the Turkey carpet. Or they are supposed to be flowers. They have petals the shape of the diamonds on a playing card; like the cards spread out on the table at Mr. Kinnear's, after the gentlemen had been playing the night before. Hard and angular. But red, a deep thick red. Thick strangled tongues.

Bookclub Guide

US1. This novel is rooted in physical reality, on one hand, and floats free of it, on the other, as Atwood describes physical things in either organic, raw terms (the “tongue-coloured settee”) or with otherworldly, more ephemeral images (the laundry like “angels rejoicing, although without any heads”). How do such descriptions deepen and reinforce the themes in the novel?2. The daily and seasonal rhythm of household work is described in detail. What role does this play in the novel in regard to its pace?3. Atwood employs two main points of view and voices in the novel. Do you trust one more than the other? As the story progresses, does Grace’s voice (in dialogue) in Simon’s part of the story change? If so, how and why?4. Grace’s and Simon’s stories are linked, and they have a kinship on surface and deeper levels. For instance, they both eavesdrop or spy as children, and later, each stays in a house that would have been better left sooner or not entered at all. Discuss other similarities or differences in the twinning of their stories and their psyches.5. Atwood offers a vision of the dual nature of people, houses, appearances, and more. How does she make use of darkness and light, and to what purpose?6. In a letter to his friend Dr. Edward Murchie, Simon Jordan writes, “Not to know -- to snatch at hints and portents, at intimations, at tantalizing whispers -- it is as bad as being haunted.” How are the characters in this story affected by the things they don’t know?7. How and why does Atwood conceal Grace’s innocence or guilt throughout the novel? At what points does one become clearer than the other and at what points does it become unclear?

From Our Editors

Grace Marks does not come from a moneyed background, and she lacks the respectability or formal education to get anything more respectable than a housemaid’s position. Not long after her arrival in Canada from Ireland, she finds employment with Nancy Montgomery and winds up regretting it when the authorities come knocking on her door, claiming Grace murdered her. Several years following her conviction, Grace spills her life’s story to Dr. Simon Jordan, a medical doctor exploring the realm of mental illness. Perhaps he is the only one who will ever be able to unlock the secrets Grace has kept stored for so long in Margaret Atwood’s Alias Grace. 

Editorial Reviews

“Brilliantly realized, intellectually provocative and maddeningly suspenseful.”–Maclean’s“Atwood confirms her status as the outstanding novelist of our age.”–Sunday Times (U.K.)“Atwood not only crafts an eerie, unsettling tale of murder and obsession, but also a stunning portrait of the lives of women in another time.”–Kirkus Reviews“A masterpiece…perhaps Atwood’s best, most important novel to date.”–Ottawa Citizen“A great book of such wit, wisdom and dazzling storytelling that it leaves me in no doubt that Atwood is the most outstanding novelist currently writing in English.”–Sydney Morning Herald“Atwood’s humor has never been slyer, her command of complex material more adept, her eroticism franker.…This is a stupendous performance. . . .”–Booklist“[Atwood] has surpassed herself, writing with a glittering, singing intensity.…”–New York Review of Books “Stunning.…Atwood is in perfect control. And her fusion of real events and fiction is as contemporary as it is ingenious.”–Calgary Herald“A rare and splendid novel that pulls you in and won’t let go.…”–Washington Post Book World“Atwood’s imaginative control of her period flows, irresistible and superb.…[She] has pushed the art to its extremes and the result is devastating. This, surely, is as far as a novel can go.”–Independent on Sunday (U.K.)“Seductive, beautifully articulated.…Brilliantly conceived and executed.…”–San Francisco Chronicle“Astonishing.…”–Financial Post “A sublime read.…As satisfying as the best whodunit.”–London Free Press“An absorbing and brilliantly told story.”–Publishers Weekly (starred review)