No one beats Atwood for a brilliant terrifying dystopia, to the point that I've read many (many!) of Atwood's being-a-well-off-white-woman-in-Canada stories, like The Blind Assassin, looking for the same thrill. It's as if Margaret Atwood is two completely different authors, dependent on her subject matter.

This book was the last white-woman-in-Canada Atwood book I'll try. No more Atwood unless there's a robot on the cover.