The Year of The Flood
Not all eyes are on the Prizes
The reality of book awards is a crapshoot, but the crapshoot matters less and less
Sister Atwood’s traveling salvation show
Sadly, the dance moves she busted out in London are gone, but it’s still quite the book rollout
Margaret Atwood didn’t kill me
Rebecca Eckler paid to get her name in the novelist’s new book, but what would Atwood do with her?