guardian:

Photograph: Anna and Elena Balbusso
Striking illustrations from a new edition of Margaret Atwood’s The Handmaid’s Tale:

As we wait in our double line, the door opens and  two more women come in, both in the red dresses and white wings of the  Handmaids. One of them is vastly pregnant; her belly, under her loose  garment, swells triumphantly. There is a shifting in the room, a murmur,  an escape of breath; despite ourselves we turn our heads, blatantly, to  see better; our fingers itch to touch her. She’s a magic presence to  us, an object of envy and desire, we covet her. She’s a flag on a  hilltop, showing us what can still be done: we too can be saved.


Always one of my favourites. These illustrations are amazing.

guardian:

Photograph: Anna and Elena Balbusso

Striking illustrations from a new edition of Margaret Atwood’s The Handmaid’s Tale:

As we wait in our double line, the door opens and two more women come in, both in the red dresses and white wings of the Handmaids. One of them is vastly pregnant; her belly, under her loose garment, swells triumphantly. There is a shifting in the room, a murmur, an escape of breath; despite ourselves we turn our heads, blatantly, to see better; our fingers itch to touch her. She’s a magic presence to us, an object of envy and desire, we covet her. She’s a flag on a hilltop, showing us what can still be done: we too can be saved.

Always one of my favourites. These illustrations are amazing.