Alias Grace

Alias Grace

by Margaret Atwood


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Now a 6-part Netflix original mini-series: in Alias Grace, the bestselling author of The Handmaid's Tale takes readers into the life of one of the most notorious women of the nineteenth century.

It's 1843, and Grace Marks has been convicted for her involvement in the vicious murders of her employer and 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. 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? Captivating and disturbing, Alias Grace showcases bestselling, Booker Prize-winning author Margaret Atwood at the peak of her powers.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780385490443
Publisher: Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group
Publication date: 10/28/1997
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 480
Sales rank: 36,817
Product dimensions: 5.20(w) x 8.00(h) x 1.10(d)

About the Author

Margaret Atwood, whose work has been published in thirty-five countries, is the author of more than forty books of fiction, poetry, and critical essays. In addition to The Handmaid’s Tale, her novels include Cat’s Eye, short-listed for the 1989 Booker Prize; Alias Grace, which won the Giller Prize in Canada and the Premio Mondello in Italy; The Blind Assassin, winner of the 2000 Booker Prize; Oryx and Crake, short-listed for the 2003 Man Booker Prize; The Year of the Flood; and her most recent, MaddAddam. She is the recipient of the Los Angeles Times Innovator’s Award, and lives in Toronto with the writer Graeme Gibson.


Toronto, Ontario

Date of Birth:

November 18, 1939

Place of Birth:

Ottawa, Ontario


B.A., University of Toronto, 1961; M.A. Radcliffe, 1962; Ph.D., Harvard University, 1967

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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 Oak
Entwines 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.

Reading Group Guide

1. 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-colored 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?

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Alias Grace 4.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 104 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I read a review, maybe on the cover, that claimed this was written like a classic with the pace of a modern novel. That is exactly how I felt about this book. The writing was incredible. I felt completely sucked into that time period as I read. One thing that did help me anticipate the ending was that I read the Afterward before reading book. I really think it helped me not go overboard with all the possible ways it could end, and I was very satisfied with how Atwood chose to end the story. The pacing was a little slow at first, but once Grace began telling her story I could not put it down.
TheCrowdedLeaf More than 1 year ago
The beauty of Alias Grace lies not within the plot, which is mysterious and based on a true story, nor within the voices of the characters, but within the artistry that Atwood has demonstrated as the true craft of a writer. The ability to take a story and turn it into something more, create a world based on ours, where the characters step from the page. Atwood based Alias Grace on a true story. The celebrated murderess, young Grace Marks, was a real person in Canada in 1843. She was arrested, along with a man named James McDermott, accused of murdering their employer, Thomas Kinnear, and his pregnant housekeeper-mistress Nancy Montgomery. Grace told three different versions of the murder throughout the trial and was sentenced to life in prison, while McDermott hung. In the novel, Doctor Simon Jordan makes it his mission to lead Grace through her life leading up the day of the murders. The question remains: was Grace telling the truth in any of her questionable versions? Did she knowingly participate in the deaths of two innocents and one unborn child? Why can't she seem to remember the events, but remember dressing in the dead woman's clothing and escaping to the States? Margaret Atwood's novel is based on historical documentation and news articles which are prevalent throughout the book and serve to ground the novel, but they also uplift the story into a living tale. No one knew for certain if Grace was an innocent bystander, or a devilish accomplice. Petitions for her release are routinely submitted and rejected. The power of this novel is that I want Atwood's version to be the real thing, but that means I question Grace's motives; is she really as naive as she seems? I am still not sure what I want of her. I want her to be innocent, but I want her to be guilty. I want her to escape with Jeremiah the Peddler, but live happily ever after with a husband and normal life. I want Mary Whitney to live, but I want her to have never lived. Alias Grace is a dark, intriguing, and haunting mystery which stays with us after the last page and for that I must give it 5 stars. I encourage you to read it, and formulate your own thoughts on Grace Marks.
Booster_Seat More than 1 year ago
Margaret Atwood's stunning, attention stealing novel is a story of suspense. I found myself unable to put it down once I began reading. The novel's contents that I found myself imagining all seemed very realistic to me. So overall I believe Alias Grace is a wonderful story, also a fictional re-telling of a murder case from Canada in the 1800's. The story began 8 years into Grace's imprisonment with a story she told her doctor drawing me in. Why was she locked away, I kept asking myself as I read, and at the age of sixteen? What could someone so young have done? Throughout the book, Atwood, from Grace's view speaking to her doctor, Dr. Jordan, tells us Grace's story. Grace chooses to tell the most important events of her life from her earliest memories leading up to the predicament she seems to have no remembrance of, the murder of her employer, Thomas Kinnear, and Nancy Montgomery, his house keeper and mistress. Dr. Jordan hopes that talking to her about the events leading up to the murder that she'll remember and everyone will finally know if she's innocent or guilty. After finding that the talking didn't help decipher Grace's innocence Dr. Jordan decides to let another form of doctor, Dr. Dupont, hypnotize Grace to ask her questions and finally find whether she is innocent or not. Throughout this book the main theme I seen was sex. Mary Whitney, a good friend of Grace's, became pregnant and the father denied it and threw her some money. She had a type of an "abortion" and died the day after. Nancy and Thomas were suspected of sex also because Nancy was found to be pregnant after her death. Mrs. Humphrey, Dr. Jordan's landlady, becomes his mistress, and they seem to have a sexual connection only at night when he returns from his long days. On Grace's birthday, Grace and Jamie Walsh spent time together in the orchard, on Thomas Kinnear's land, and when Grace returned she was accused by McDermott of having sex. Then, in one of McDermott's confessions it is said that Grace promised sex for his help in the murders. Margaret Atwood described things well and used a great amount of poetic devices. One of my favorite descriptions was of Thomas Kinnear's when Grace was first arriving she says, "At last we were going past his orchard and up his driveway, which was curved and about a hundred yards long, and ran between two lines of maple trees of medium size. There was the house at the end of the drive, with a veranda along the front of it and white pillars, a big house but not as big as Mrs. Alderman Parkinson's." (208) I chose this description because it was one that I could easily imagine and it didn't go on and on with unnecessary adjectives. One thing I observed of Atwood's use of poetic devices is that she liked to use poems and rhymes to explain things. One grace remembered from her childhood, one she picked up from her father who obviously didn't like being married, was: "Needles and pins, needles and pins, when a man marries his trouble begins." (103) In conclusion, I highly recommend Margaret Atwood's novel, Alias Grace.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Alias Grace is by far one of the most superior literary masterpieces of the 20th century. Complex, intriguing, spellbinding and engrossing are just a few of the adjectives I would use to describe this novel. A true murder mystery set against a historical backdrop, Ms. Atwood clearly does her research and places the writer 'back in time' to experience the harsh and cruel realities faced by the novel's 'antiheroine' Grace Marks. I strongly recommend it!
steveforbertfan More than 1 year ago
One of my favorite books, it draws you in from the beginning and you just want to know everything about every character every nuance of the story. She has a hit with this one
Guest More than 1 year ago
I almost liked this book. I was completely caught up in the story and enthralled by Grace until just before the murder that made the real Grace Marks infamous. I couldn't wait to see how Atwood pulled together the person that I had become so involved with and the awful events. The tension was incredible. Unfortunately, at that point, I felt that Atwood flinched, blinked, dodged, chickened out and otherwise completely dropped the ball. She more or less clumsily draws a veil over that event. I suppose that it would have been possible to have written so skillfully as to have maintained the mystery without leaving the reader feeling cheated, but I was thoroughly disappointed. The intimate detailed narrative is suddenly vanishes and Grace never tells us what happened. She seems to become a different and, for me, very unlikable person. Strictly for people who judge a novel by its prose but not its plotting.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Alias Grace is Atwood's best effort to date. A dark and absorbing story starting almost two centuries ago and tapping into the human psyche from the first page. This one will keep you turning the page right to the end. Well deserving of it's awards, not to be missed.
shanjan on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I love Margaret Atwood and this book does not disappoint. I read this all in one night in a remote cabin in Michigan's Upper Peninsula and it scared the heck out of me (but in a really good way). One of my favorite Atwood books!
kambrogi on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I picked this up because it was one of the BBC Women¿s Watershed Fiction choices (2004). I am intrigued by the way Atwood takes a real-life story, real people and real events, and filters them through her imagination. This is the first of her books that has really grabbed me, perhaps because she has a tendency to maintain distance from her characters. Here it works because she begins with a story no one has ever fully understood: the case of a 19th century working-class Canadian teenager who was convicted and imprisoned for murdering two people with the help of a man who may or may not have been her lover. The story, as Atwood tells it through the eyes of the woman, her psychiatrist, and others who wrote about her at the time is quite compelling. The realistic portrayal of immigrant life in Canada, the early science of psychiatry, asylums, prison life, journalism, fashion, social class, women¿s roles and the customs of the times are equally fascinating.
kaelirenee on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
An interesting look at women in Victorian-era Canada, including the class structure, penal system, legal system, and religion. I love Atwood's writing and this book is among one of her best. It's heavy on flash-backs and questions about whether Grace is a cold-blooded killer or an innocent victim of circumstances (or something in between). All the story is woven in to quilt block patterns and other little hints about a woman's life in the time, which adds another level of interest.
Smiler69 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
In 1843, sixteen year-old servant girl Grace Marks is spared from hanging because of her young age (unlike her presumed accomplice James McDermott) and instead convicted to life imprisonment for a double murder she doesn¿t remember committing. As her sanity is in question, she spends some time in a mental asylum before being transferred to Kingston penitentiary and some years later, is visited by a young doctor eager to advance himself in the growing field of treatment for the mentally ill. The book centres around Grace¿s narration to Doctor Jordan¿both verbally and in her own mind¿describing her life, from a difficult childhood in Ireland, emigration to Canada and experiences as a maid, having been forced to work from the age of thirteen, and leading up to the day of the murders and subsequent capture with James McDermott, her alleged paramour. There is no question that Margaret Atwood is a master at her craft, and here she takes a true event¿Grace Marks was widely known in her time as a notorious murderess¿and filling in the details, manages to make Grace¿s description of her daily life and chores a compelling and captivating read. No small feat! I loved this book, my only reservation being that I guessed at the dénouement from the beginning and was hoping for a twist in the end which never came for me. Still, a very satisfying read which I recommend wholeheartedly.
judelbug on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I am smitten with all things Atwood - she is a wonderful Canadian author, and her writing style is thoroughly absorbing.
Cait86 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Alias Grace may just be the book that makes me a Margaret Atwood fan. I read The Handmaid's Tale a few years ago and enjoyed it, but never felt compelled to pick up another Atwood. However, the grade 12 class that I am teaching during my teachers' college placement is reading Alias Grace, and so I dutifully read it - and I am SO glad I did.Alias Grace is the story of Grace Marks, a woman who, at the age of sixteen, was convicted of the murders of her boss, Mr. Kinnear, and his housekeeper/mistress, Nancy Montgomery. Grace's story is true; she spent nearly thirty years in the Kingston Penitentiary in Ontario, and Susanna Moodie, a rather famous author of the mid-1800s, visited Grace in prison and wrote down her story. Atwood stumbled upon Grace while reading Moodie's Life in the Clearings, and decided to tell the story herself. To say that Atwood believes that Moodie took liberties with Grace's life would be a gross understatement; Grace's story is difficult to piece together using historical documents, as each source tells a different tale. Atwood sticks to the facts as much as possible, and where the facts are unclear, she invents her own.Atwood is an incredibly skilled writer - her way with words is unbelievable. Alias Grace is told from about five different narrative viewpoints, as it moves from Grace's account of her life, to a third-person narrator, to a group of people writing letters to each other. Every character has his or her own tone and voice and Atwood very carefully crafts their personalities. This is a long book rich with detail - since the novel is set in Victorian times, Atwood writes in a way that mirrors Victorian life: slow, detailed, and intricate. The stories are woven together like a quilt, which is one of the overriding structural patterns in the novel.Just an example of Atwood's writing, one that I found particularly effective:"It's too theatrical, too tawdry, thinks Simon; it reeks of the small-town lecture halls of fifteen years ago, with the audiences of credulous store clerks and laconic farmers, and their drab wives, and the smooth-talking charlatans who used to dole out transcendental nonsense and quack medical advice to them as an excuse for picking their pockets. He's striving for derision; nevertheless, the back of his neck creeps" (p.476).Alias Grace is full of such passages - rich in detail, historically accurate, and slyly satirical. This really was a masterful novel. After avoiding Margaret Atwood for years, Alias Grace came as a complete surprise, and I am eager to attempt another of her works.
RebeccaReader on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Atwood tells the story of the real-life Grace Marks, a teenager charged with murder in the mid-19th century. Did she really do it? Was she framed? Was she innocent? Was she evil? Perhaps all of the above. Atwood keeps the reader in suspense right through to the end. I'll read this one again and again.
AJBraithwaite on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
The long list of acknowledgements mentioning archivists gives some indication of the enormous amount of research that went into this novel. The historical details are excellent, without ever seeming didactic. The story is a compelling one and the quilting theme is interesting in itself (I knew nothing about it before). The resolution of the mystery is quite disturbing - I wouldn't recommend finishing the book just before going to bed!.
Trippy on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Margaret Atwood's Fiction/Non-Fiction blend that I love
LibraryLou on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Another book based on a true story. I really like Atwood's style of writing, and this book grabbed me from the start. It is a really intriguing story, and I really enjoyed it.
veracity on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Grace is an enigma; either a cold blooded murderer or an innocent witness to the crime for which she is serving a life sentence. Grace doesn't so much reveal her story to Dr Jordan so much as hide between the words, but her future in freedom or incarcerated depends on her tale.
Helena81 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
A truly great historical novel, filled with pathos for Grace, but without desceding into sentiment or melodrama. Partially told via a well-employed epistolary format.
ChelleBearss on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Alias Grace is a fictionalization of an actual crime that occurred in Canada in the 1840¿s. Grace Marks has been imprisoned as an accomplice for a murder of her employer that happened when she was just 15 years old. James McDermott was convicted of the murder and was hung, while Grace was convicted and sentenced to death but was granted a stay of execution and received life in prison instead.Atwood does a great job of creating her own fictional details around the actual facts of the crime. She creates a fictional Doctor, Dr Jordan, who interviews Grace 16 years after the crime while attempting to research criminal minds relating to insanity. Dr Jordan has been hired by a religious group that is confident that Grace is innocent of the crime that she has been imprisoned for. He becomes a secondary narrator and struggles with his own demons and sexual nature in a restrictive and proper society. Grace claims to have no memory of the murders, but has clear memories leading up to and after the event. Many people believe that Grace is a victim of circumstances, a poor motherless child under the influence of an unsavoury character, while others believe Grace is a calculating murderess. Dr Jordan attempts to find the truth through interviews with Grace and others involved in the investigation.I loved that Atwood didn¿t try to solve the crime, and instead wrote a complicated patchwork using history and her amazing imagination. I was impressed that the ending was not what I expected!
DivineMissW on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Great Book. Margaret Atwood is an amazing storyteller. She know what to share and what to hold back to keep you sitting on the edge of your chair.
cranmergirl on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Alias Grace is based on the true story of a notorious Canadian murderess of the mid-nineteenth century. Grace Marks was allegedly an instigator/accomplice to James McDermott, a fellow servant, employed by Thomas Kinnear, one of the murder victims. The other murder victim was the housekeeper/pregnant mistress of Mr. Kinnear. This novel takes the known facts and weaves them with supposition to plant some seeds of doubt as to the actual guilt of Grace Marks. This was a well-written intriguing story. Absolutely recommended!
samfsmith on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Atwood can do it all: poetry, literary fiction, speculative fiction, and this novel, which is historical fiction. She picked the complex and confused story of a murderess in mid nineteenth century Canada. She kept the facts, so having a story that is conflicting and complex makes her novel that much more rich. And she does a great job with it - I can¿t imagine how much research she had to do to write this novel. What I like best is that the final decision about Grace is left up to the reader. Highly recommended.
the_awesome_opossum on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Alias Grace is a work of historical fiction - although it does follow the true story of Grace Marks, a servant convicted of murdering her employer and his mistress. Most of Grace's story is told in her own words to a doctor interested in her case, and the reader comes to admire Grace - who is more intelligent and even cunning than the court portrayed her as. It's an interesting work of fiction, and an interesting slice of nineteenth-century life for the lower class as well.
taz_ on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
As always, Margaret Atwood's skill awes me... her subtlety and control make her a joy to read, and the fact that this tale was drawn from real life characters and events combined with Atwood's delicate weaving of fact, speculation and pure storytelling, plus the genius of her use of literary "white space" - what is left unsaid - puts it over the top for me. Just brilliant. I have to add that after finishing this, I happened to pick up Shirley Jackson's "We Have Always Lived in the Castle" and found a remarkable similarity of voice and tone (at least from the first few pages I've read so far), which is just a serendipitous coincidence for me, and an item of interest that these two towering talents happen to share a certain kind of understated but powerful narrative skill.