The novelist talks to Emma Brockes about zombies, bees – and why she had to finish her latest novel, MaddAddam, on a trainWhen Margaret Atwood wrote Oryx and Crake in 2003, most of the inventions in the book were, to the non-scientist’s eye, relatively outlandish: cross-species gene-splicing; growing meat in a petri dish; man-made pandemics. Ten years later, with the publication of MaddAddam, the last book in the trilogy, they are simply part of the news cycle. Atwood has an uncanny ability to second-guess developments in biotechnology, although frankly, she thinks, if they had any sense, scientists would look to her books and do more.”Mohair sheep, they haven’t done that yet,” she says in the Atwoodian tone, a kind of steely levity. “I think it would be quite a good commercial venture. You can imagine a lot of people wanting to get their own DNA hair.” The 73-year-old smiles, thinly. “I’m offering it as a free gift to the world.”We’re in Toronto, where Atwood has lived for much of her adult life. Much of what she says comes out lightly crusted in sarcasm. A pleasure of her books is the drive-by assassination, and in MaddAddam no one is safe: the …read more

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