MaddAddam A novel

Margaret Atwood, 1939-

Book - 2013

"Bringing together characters from Oryx and Crake and The Year of the Flood, this thrilling conclusion to Margaret Atwood's speculative fiction trilogy confirms the ultimate endurance of humanity, community, and love. Months after the Waterless Flood pandemic has wiped out most of humanity, Toby and Ren have rescued their friend Amanda from the vicious Painballers. They return to the MaddAddamite cob house, which is being fortified against man and giant Pigoon alike. Accompanying them are the Crakers, the gentle, quasihuman species engineered by the brilliant but deceased Crake. While their reluctant prophet, Jimmy--Crake's one-time friend--recovers from a debilitating fever, it's left to Toby to narrate the Crake...r theology, with Crake as Creator. She must also deal with cultural misunderstandings, terrible coffee, and her jealousy over her lover, Zeb. Meanwhile, Zeb searches for Adam One, founder of the God's Gardeners, the pacifist green religion from which Zeb broke years ago to lead the MaddAddamites in active resistance against the destructive CorpSeCorps. Now, under threat of an imminent Painballer attack, the MaddAddamites must fight back with the aid of their newfound allies, some of whom have four trotters. At the center is the extraordinary story of Zeb's past, which involves a lost brother, a hidden murder, a bear, and a bizarre act of revenge. Combining adventure, humor, romance, superb storytelling, and an imagination that is at once dazzlingly inventive and grounded in a recognizable world, MaddAddam is vintage Margaret Atwood, and a moving and dramatic conclusion to her internationally celebrated dystopian trilogy"--

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New York : Nan A. Talese/Doubleday [2013]
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English
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Margaret Atwood, 1939- (-)
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First United States Edition
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Originally published in Canada by McClelland & Stewart Ltd., Toronto.
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xvi, 394 pages ; 25 cm
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9780385528788
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Review by New York Times Review

Margaret Atwood brings her dystopian trilogy to a conclusion. "WHERE, WHERE IS THE TOWN?" Talkin g Heads sang. "Now, it's nothing but flowers." What a joy it is to see Margaret Atwood taking such delicious pleasure in the end of the world. And it is nothing but flowers. In "MaddAddam," the third volume of Atwood's apocalyptic MaddAddam trilogy, she has sent the survivors of "Oryx and Crake" and "The Year of the Flood" to a compound where they await a final showdown. But what gives "MaddAddam" such tension and light are the final revelations of how this new world came to be, and how the characters made their way to this battle for the future of humanity. Atwood has brought the previous two books together in a fitting and joyous conclusion that's an epic not only of an imagined future but of our own past, an exposition of how oral storytelling traditions led to written ones and ultimately to our sense of origin. Speaking about the last volume of this trilogy is like discussing only the center panel of Hieronymus Bosch's "Garden of Earthly Delights." While there's enough detail, both beautiful and grotesque, to engage a reader, it's very much part of a whole. The book begins with four pages of catch-up for those who need it, but since the treat of reading both previous novels lay in the gradual understanding of the world Atwood created, and because the final volume contains such lush satisfactions of narrative and invention, it would be a shame not to have that full experience. The mode of "MaddAddam" is oral history, used intermittently as Toby, one of the female survivors of "The Year of the Flood," tries to explain the origin of things to the Children of Crake, who appeared in the first pages of the series's initial volume, "Oryx and Crake." These creatures are the bioengineered new people a young scientist created just before he triggered the plague that would wipe out the human race. Instead of the zombified mutants of most post-apocalyptic worlds, these are Garden of Eden creatures, naked and childlike, though capable of tremendous sexual freedom, and the few humans leftalive understand that the world, such as it is, will be leftto them. Luminous-eyed, vegetarian, copulating merrily, they listen to Toby's stories as gospel. And yet she's inventing as she goes along. As she tells them (and us) tales of the humans we have met and their journeys to this compound, she simplifies and glorifies them. She makes gods of men and Edens of laboratories ; she makes sense from what we know was chaos. And, gradually, we realize that this is how we ourselves understand our own world. The main story Toby tells is that of Zeb, now her lover in the guarded compound, a man we first met in "The Year of the Flood" as a rough new arrival to the God's Gardeners, an earthly tribe in former days, preparing for the Waterless Flood. That book's arrangement as a hymnal praising the saints of natural science is excellent preparation for the biblical tone of Toby's tale. Zeb came into that book as a mystery, and here we learn of his childhood upbringing by the Rev of the Church of PetrOleum (a close relative of today's prosperity gospel) and his eventual escape into a life on the run, first to San Francisco's "pleeblands," then to a job as a magician's assistant, to survival in the Canadian wilderness after a "Bearlift" mission goes wrong, to New New York (on the Jersey Shore) and at last into work at a HelthWyzer laboratory compound, where he meets characters familiar to us as members of an underground movement. Like its predecessors, "MaddAddam" is as much a story of adolescent longing and disappointment as it is of life before and after the Waterless Flood. In Atwood's world, hearts broken early in life don't heal; the larger strokes of politics and plague are less important to these books than the small hurts and jealousies of its survivors. Toby's telling of Zeb's story is interspersed with the present-day defense of the compound, and it mirrors her own insecurities about her lover. When she asks about a woman he once knew , he's silent. "Will this be a painful story?" she asks herself. "It's likely: most stories about the past have an element of pain in them, now that the past has been ruptured so violently, so irreparably." Then she adds: "But not, surely, for the first time in human history." And yet, for all this sorrow, the novel is also filled with humor and joy. Mo'Hair sheep, bred with long shining colored fleeces able to be transplanted onto human scalps, roam about bleating helplessly. Green glowing rabbits hop in the underbrush, chased by owls. Toby's storytelling contains her clearly irritated responses to the unheard comments of the Children of Crake. "Thank you for saying good night," she tells them. "I am happy to know that you want me to sleep soundly, without bad dreams." But when they go on and on, obeying by endlessly bidding her "good night," she finally says, "That's enough. You can stop," followed by an exhausted: "Thank you." Atwood's prose miraculously balances humor, outrage and beauty. A simple description becomes both chilling and sublime: "They set out the next morning just at sunrise. The vultures that top the taller, deader trees are spreading their black wings so the dew on them will evaporate; they're waiting for the thermals to help them liftand spiral. Crows are passing the rumors, one rough syllable at a time. The smaller birds are stirring, beginning to cheep and trill; pink cloud filaments float above the eastern horizon, brightening to gold at the lower edges." In so much genre fiction, language is sacrificed to plot and invention. It's a pleasure to read a futuristic novel whose celebration of beauty extends to the words themselves. And words are very important here; by the moving end of "Madd Addam," we understand how language and writing produced the beautiful fiction that described our beginnings. Atwood's future may have bits of brightness, but our present does not. As she states in her acknowledgments, "Although 'MaddAddam' is a work of fiction, it does not include any technologies or biobeings that do not already exist, are not under construction or are not possible in theory." The setting is our own century. The gated science compounds are some of the recognizable demons of our age, and the monsters that roam free, post-Armageddon, are already glints in some bioengineer's eye. Toby imagines the creator's thoughts before the end: "The people in the chaos cannot learn. They cannot understand what they are doing to the sea and the sky and the plants and the animals. They cannot understand that they are killing them, and that they will end by killing themselves. . . . So there is only one thing leftto do." "I thought that we'd start over," sang Talking Heads, "but I guess I was wrong." Wrong indeed. This finale to Atwood's ingenious trilogy lights a fire from the fears of our age, then douses it with hope for the planet's survival. But that survival may not include us. MADDADDAM By Margaret Atwood 394 pp. Nan A. Talese/Doubleday. $27.95. ANDREW SEAN GREER'S latest novel, "The Impossible Lives of Greta Wells," was published in June.

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Review by Booklist Review

*Starred Review* Ten years after Oryx & Crake (2003) rocked readers the world over, Atwood brings her cunning, impish, and bracing speculative trilogy following The Year of the Flood (2009) to a gritty, stirring, and resonant conclusion. In the wreckage of a maniacal bioengineering empire, Toby, a can-do gal and a key member of the once thriving God's Gardeners, a peaceful green resistance group, reconnects with her great unrequited love, Zeb, of the MaddAddamite bioterrorists. All tactical differences evaporate in the wake of the apocalyptic pandemic as their small band of survivors fights off fiendishly violent Painballers and marauding part-pig, part-human pigoons. The bioengineered Crakers purring, kudzu-eating, sexually rambunctious, story-demanding quasihumans worship Jimmy, whom they call Snowman. When he falls ill, Toby steps up. Her pseudoreligious attempts to explain life to the Crakers are hilarious and poignant, compared to Zeb's shocking and riveting stories about his father, the malevolent head of the Church of PetrOleum, and what turned Zeb into MaddAddam. Atwood is ascendant, from her resilient characters to the feverishly suspenseful plot involving battles, spying, cyberhacking, murder, and sexual tension. Most resounding is Atwood's vibrant creation of a scientifically plausible, regenerating, and evolving world driven not simply by the reproductive imperative but also by a cell-deep need for stories. The coruscating finale in an ingenious, cautionary trilogy of hubris, fortitude, wisdom, love, and life's grand obstinacy. HIGH-DEMAND BACKSTORY: Atwood will tour the country and appear on major broadcast and social media to exuberantly promote the extraordinary closing novel in her best-selling trilogy.--Seaman, Donna Copyright 2010 Booklist

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Review by Publisher's Weekly Review

The final entry in Atwood's brilliant MaddAddam trilogy roils with spectacular and furious satire. The novel begins where Oryx and Crake and The Year of the Flood end, just after most of the human species has been eradicated by a man-made plague. The early books explore a world of terrifying corporate tyranny, horrifying brutality, and the relentless rape of women and the planet. In Oryx and Crake, the pandemic leaves wounded protagonist Jimmy to watch over the Crakers, a humanoid species bioengineered to replace humankind by the man responsible for unleashing the plague. In The Year of the Flood, MaddAddamites wield science to terrorize corporate villains while God's Gardeners use prayer and devotion to the Earth to prepare for the approaching cataclysm. Toby, a God's Gardener and key character in the second book, narrates the third installment, in which a few survivors, including MaddAddamites, God's Gardeners, Jimmy, and the Crakers, navigate a postapocalyptic world. Toby is reunited with Zeb, her MaddAddamite romantic interest in Year of the Flood, and the two become leaders and defenders of their new community. The survivors are a traumatized, cynical group with harshly tested self-preservation skills, but they have the capacity for love and self-sacrifice, which in a simpler story would signal hope for the future of humankind. However, Atwood dramatizes the importance of all life so convincingly that readers will hesitate to assume that the perpetuation of a species as destructive as man is the novel's central concern. With childlike stubbornness, even the peaceful Crakers demand mythology and insist on deifying people whose motives they can't understand. Other species genetically engineered for exploitation by now-extinct corporations roam the new frontier; some are hostile to man, including the pigoons-a powerful and uniquely perceptive source of bacon and menace. Threatening humans, Crakers, and pigoons are Painballers-former prisoners dehumanized in grotesque life-or-death battles. The Crakers cannot fight, the bloodthirsty Painballers will not yield, and the humans are outnumbered by the pigoons. Happily, Atwood has more surprises in store. Her vision is as affirming as it is cautionary, and the conclusion of this remarkable trilogy leaves us not with a sense of despair at mankind's failings but with a sense of awe at humanity's barely explored potential to evolve. Agent: Vivienne Schuster, Curtis Brown Literary Agency (U.K.). (Sept.) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved.

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Review by Library Journal Review

This is the final installment in Atwood's epic trilogy (After Oryx and Crake and The Year of the Flood) chronicling a postapocalyptic world in which a human-made plague has wiped out most of civilization, leaving behind a small group of human survivors and a clan of genetically engineered semi-humans called the Crakers. While familiarity with the preceding books will magnify the pleasures of this one, it isn't strictly necessary, as readers are quickly brought up to speed. The theme of storytelling is central: what it means and why it matters and its ethical and philosophical implications. In typical Atwood style, all of this is grounded in vivid descriptions of this new physical world and underlined by her unique brand of brutal humor. In spite of the dark subject matter, one can't help but take delight in -Atwood's creation. Appropriately, this is both a caution against and a praise for our human desire to leave our mark on the world we see as ours. Bernadette Dunn and Bob Walter bring convincing grit to Toby and Zeb, the book's compelling central characters. Robbie Daymond comes in late in the audiobook as the young Craker Blackbeard, adding a satisfyingly rueful note to the final chapters. -Verdict Essential listening for fans of speculative fiction and longtime fans of Atwood, but even readers who fall into neither category should find this a compelling odyssey, well suited to audio. ["Certainly of great interest to Atwood fans...and for fans of dystopian/postapocalyptic fiction generally, this finale is a gripping read," concurred the review of the Nan A. Talese: Doubleday hc, LJ 8/13.-Ed.]-Heather Malcolm, Bow, WA (c) Copyright 2014. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.

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Review by Kirkus Book Review

Atwood closes her post-apocalyptic trilogy (Oryx and Crake, 2003; The Year of the Flood, 2009) with a study of a small camp of survivors, redolent with suggestions about how new-world mythologies are made. The main narrator, Toby, is a gatherer of strays at MaddAddam, an enclave of survivors of the previous years' plague and environmental collapse. Amanda was tormented by vicious "Painballers"; Snowman, the hero of Oryx and Crake, is recovering from a grotesque foot wound; and a small tribe of "Crakers," genetically engineered humanoids, are on site as well. Atwood's story moves in two directions. Looking backward, Toby's love, Zeb, recalls the history of the scientists who set this odd new world in motion while greedy evangelists like his father clung to rapidly depleting oil and cash reserves. Looking forward, the MaddAddamites must police the compound for Painballers out for revenge. As with many post-apocalyptic tales, the past is much more interesting than the present: Zeb's story is a cross sections of end-times North America, from Grand Guignol entertainments to pharmaceutical horrors, and Atwood weaves in some off-the-shelf contempt for casual sexism, consumerism and god-playing. In comparison, the closing confrontation between the MaddAddamites and Painballers is thin, though the alliances are provocative: The Crakers partner with large, genetically engineered pigs--pigoons--to help the surviving humans who unnaturally made them. In numerous interludes, Toby attempts to explain this world to the Crakers, and their dialogue, rife with miscommunications, is at once comic and strongly biblical in tone. Societies invent origin stories, Atwood suggests, by stripping off nuance for simplicity's sake. But Atwood herself has taken care to layer this story with plenty of detail--and, like most post-apocalyptic novelists, closes out the story with just a touch of optimism. By no means her finest work, but Atwood remains an expert thinker about human foibles and how they might play out on a grand scale.]] Copyright Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.

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Egg The Story of the Egg, and of Oryx and Crake, and how they made People and Animals; and of the Chaos; and of Snowman-the-Jimmy; and of the Smelly Bone and the coming of the Two Bad Men In the beginning, you lived inside the Egg. That is where Crake made you. Yes, good, kind Crake. Please stop singing or I can't go on with the story. The Egg was big and round and white, like half a bubble, and there were trees inside it with leaves and grass and berries. All the things you like to eat. Yes, it rained inside the Egg. No, there was not any thunder. Because Crake did not want any thunder inside the Egg. And all around the Egg was the chaos, with many, many people who were not like you. Because they had an extra skin. That skin is called clothes. Yes, like mine. And many of them were bad people who did cruel and hurtful things to one another, and also to the animals. Such as . . . We don't need to talk about those things right now. And Oryx was very sad about that, because the animals were her Children. And Crake was sad because Oryx was sad. And the chaos was everywhere outside the Egg. But inside the Egg there was no chaos. It was peaceful there. And Oryx came every day to teach you. She taught you what to eat, she taught you to make fire, she taught you about the animals, her Children. She taught you to purr if a person is hurt. And Crake watched over you. Yes, good, kind Crake. Please stop singing. You don't have to sing every time. I'm sure Crake likes it, but he also likes this story and he wants to hear the rest. Then one day Crake got rid of the chaos and the hurtful people, to make Oryx happy, and to clear a safe place for you to live in. Yes, that did make things smell very bad for a while. And then Crake went to his own place, up in the sky, and Oryx went with him. I don't know why they went. It must have been a good reason. And they left Snowman-the-Jimmy to take care of you, and he brought you to the seashore. And on Fish Days you caught a fish for him, and he ate it. I know you would never eat a fish, but Snowman-the-Jimmy is different. Because he has to eat a fish or he would get very sick. Because that is the way he is made. Then one day Snowman-the-Jimmy went to see Crake. And when he came back, there was a hurt on his foot. And you purred on it, but it did not get better. And then the two bad men came. They were left over from the chaos. I don't know why Crake didn't clear them away. Maybe they were hiding under a bush, so he didn't see them. But they'd caught Amanda, and they were doing cruel and hurtful things to her. We don't need to talk about those things right now. And Snowman-the-Jimmy tried to stop them. And then I came, and Ren, and we caught the two bad men and tied them to a tree with a rope. Then we sat around the fire and ate soup. Snowman-the-Jimmy ate the soup, and Ren, and Amanda. Even the two bad men ate the soup. Yes, there was a bone in the soup. Yes, it was a smelly bone. I know you do not eat a smelly bone. But many of the Children of Oryx like to eat such bones. Bobkittens eat them, and rakunks, and pigoons, and liobams. They all eat smelly bones. And bears eat them. I will tell you what a bear is later. We don't need to talk any more about smelly bones right now. And as they were all eating the soup, you came with your torches, because you wanted to help Snowman-the-Jimmy, because of his hurt foot. And because you could tell there were some women who were blue, so you wanted to mate with them. You didn't understand about the bad men, and about why they had a rope on them. It is not your fault they ran away into the forest. Don't cry. Yes, Crake must be very angry with the bad men. Perhaps he will send some thunder. Yes, good, kind Crake. Please stop singing. Rope About the events of that evening--the events that set human malice loose in the world again--Toby later made two stories. The first story was the one she told out loud, to the Children of Crake; it had a happy outcome, or as happy as she could manage. The second, for herself alone, was not so cheerful. It was partly about her own idiocy, her failure to pay attention, but also it was about speed. Everything had happened so quickly. She'd been tired, of course; she must have been suffering from an adrenalin plunge. After all, she'd been going strong for two days with a lot of stress and not much to eat. The day before, she and Ren had left the safety of the MaddAddam cobb-house enclave that sheltered the few survivors from the global pandemic that had wiped out humanity. They'd been tracking Ren's best friend, Amanda, and they'd found her just in time because the two Painballers who'd been using her had almost used her up. Toby was familiar with the ways of such men: she'd been almost killed by one of them before she'd become a God's Gardener. Anyone who'd survived Painball more than once had been reduced to the reptilian brain. Sex until you were worn to a fingernail was their mode; after that, you were dinner. They liked the kidneys. Toby and Ren had crouched in the shrubbery while the Painballers argued over the rakunk they were eating, and whether to attack the Crakers, and what to do next with Amanda. Ren had been scared silly; Toby hoped she wouldn't faint, but she couldn't worry about that because she was nerving herself to fire. Which to shoot first, the bearded one or the shorthair? Would the other have time to grab their spraygun? Amanda wouldn't be able to help, or even run: they had a rope around her neck, with the other end tied to the leg of the bearded one. A wrong move by Toby, and Amanda would be dead. Then a strange man had shambled out of the bushes, sunburnt and scabby and naked and clutching a spraygun, and had almost shot everyone in sight, Amanda included. But Ren had screamed and run into the clearing, and that had been enough of a distraction. Toby had stepped out, rifle aimed; Amanda had torn free; and the Painballers had been subdued with the aid of some groin kicks and a rock, and tied up with their own rope and with strips torn from the pink AnooYoo Spa top-to-toe sun coverup that Toby had been wearing. Ren had then busied herself with Amanda, who was possibly in shock, and also with the scabby naked man, whom she called Jimmy. She'd wrapped him up in the rest of the top-to-toe, talking to him softly; it seemed he was a long-ago boyfriend of hers. Now that things were tidier, Toby had felt she could relax. She'd steadied herself with a Gardener breathing exercise, timing it to the soothing rhythm of the nearby waves--wish-wash, wish-wash--until her heart had slowed to normal. Then she'd cooked a soup. And then the moon had risen. The rising moon signalled the beginning of the God's Gardeners Feast of Saint Julian and All Souls: a celebration of God's tenderness and compassion for all creatures. The universe is held in the hollow of His hand, as Saint Julian of Norwich taught us in her mystic vision so long ago. Forgiveness must be offered, loving kindness must be practised, circles must be unbroken. All souls means all, no matter what they may have done. At least from moonrise to moonset. Once the Gardener Adams and Eves taught you something, you stayed taught. It would have been next to impossible for her to kill the Painballers on that particular night--butcher them in cold blood, since by that time the two of them were firmly roped to a tree. Amanda and Ren had done the roping. They'd been to Gardener school together where they'd done a lot of crafts with recycled materials, so they were proficient at knotwork. Those guys looked like macramé. On that blessed Saint Julian's evening, Toby had set the weaponry to one side--her own antiquated rifle and the Painballers' spraygun, and Jimmy's spraygun as well. Then she'd played the kindly godmother, ladling out the soup, dividing up the nutrients for all to share. She must have been mesmerized by the spectacle of her own nobility and kindness. Getting everyone to sit in a circle around the cozy evening fire and drink soup together--even Amanda, who was so traumatized she was almost catatonic; even Jimmy, who was shivering with fever and talking to a dead woman who was standing in the flames. Even the two Painballers: did she really think they would have a conversion experience and start hugging bunnies? It's a wonder she didn't sermonize as she doled out the bone soup. Some for you, and some for you, and some for you! Shed the hatred and viciousness! Come into the circle of light! But hatred and viciousness are addictive. You can get high on them. Once you've had a little, you start shaking if you don't get more. As they were eating the soup, they'd heard voices approaching through the shoreline trees. It was the Children of Crake, the Crakers--the strange gene-spliced quasi-humans who lived by the sea. They were filing through the trees, carrying pitch-pine torches and singing their crystalline songs. Toby had seen these people only briefly, and in daytime. Gleaming in the moonlight and the torchlight, they were even more beautiful. They were all colours--brown, yellow, black, white--and all heights, but each was perfect. The women were smiling serenely; the men were in full courtship mode, holding out bunches of flowers, their naked bodies like a fourteen-year-old's comic-book rendition of how bodies ought to be, each muscle and ripple defined and glistening. Their bright blue and unnaturally large penises were wagging from side to side like the tails of friendly dogs. Afterwards, Toby could never quite remember the sequence of events, if you could call it a sequence. It had been more like a pleebland street brawl: rapid action, tangled bodies, a cacophony of voices. Where is the blue? We can smell the blue! Look, there is Snowman! He is thin! He is very sick! Ren: Oh shit, it's the Crakers. What if they want . . . Look at their . . . Crap! The Craker women, spotting Jimmy: Let us help Snowman! He needs us to purr! The Craker men, sniffing Amanda: She is the blue one! She smells blue! She wants to mate with us! Give her the flowers! She will be happy! Amanda, scared: Stay away! I don't . . . Ren, help me! Four large, beautiful, flower-toting naked men close in on her. Toby! Get them away from me! Shoot them! The Craker women: She is sick. First we have to purr on her. To make her better. And give her a fish? The Craker men: She is blue! She is blue! We are happy! Sing to her! The other one is blue also. That fish is for Snowman. We must keep that fish. Ren: Amanda, maybe just take the flowers, or they might get mad or something . . . Toby, her voice thin and ineffectual: Please, listen, stand back, you're frightening . . . What is this? Is this a bone? Several of the women, peering into the soup pot: Are you eating this bone? It smells bad. We do not eat bones. Snowman does not eat bones, he eats a fish. Why do you eat a smelly bone? It is Snowman's foot that is smelling like a bone. A bone left by vultures. Oh Snowman, we must purr on your foot! Jimmy, feverish: Who are you? Oryx? But you're dead. Everyone's dead. Everyone in the whole world, they're all dead . . . He starts crying. Do not be sad, Oh Snowman. We have come to help. Toby: Maybe you shouldn't touch . . . that's infected . . . he needs . . . Jimmy: Ow! Fuck! Oh Snowman, do not kick. It will hurt your foot. Several of them begin to purr, making a noise like a kitchen mixer. Ren, calling for help: Toby! Toby! Hey! Let go of her! Toby looks over, across the fire: Amanda has disappeared in a flickering thicket of naked male limbs and backs. Ren throws herself into the sprawl and is quickly submerged. Toby: Wait! Don't . . . Stop that! What should she do? This is a major cultural misunderstanding. If only she had a pail of cold water! Muffled cries. Toby rushes to help, but then: One of the Painballers: Hey you! Over here! These ones smell very bad. They smell like dirty blood. Where is the blood? What is this? This is a rope. Why are they tied up with a rope? Snowman showed us rope before, when he lived in a tree. Rope is for making his house. Oh Snowman, why is the rope tied to these men? This rope is hurting these ones. We must take it away. A Painballer: Yeah, that's right. We're in fucking agony. (Groans.) Toby: Don't touch them, they'll . . . The second Painballer: Fucking hurry up, Blueballs, before that old bitch . . . Toby: No! Don't untie . . . Those men will . . . But it was already too late. Who knew the Crakers could be so quick with knots? Procession The two men were gone into the darkness, leaving behind them a snarl of rope and a scattering of embers. Idiot, Toby thought. You should have been merciless. Bashed their heads in with a rock, slit their throats with your knife, not even wasted any bullets on them. You were a dimwit, and your failure to act verges on criminal negligence. It was hard to see--the fire was fading--but she made a quick inventory: at least her rifle was still there, a small mercy. But the Painballer spraygun was missing. Pinhead, she told herself. So much for your Saint Julian and the loving kindness of the universe. Excerpted from MaddAddam by Margaret Atwood All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.