Atwood's Gilead was shaded by the perpetual fear of death and torment. Citizens trusted no one and reported on everyone. That was the only way to survive. Every day Offred walked through a cloud of dread, her peripheral vision confined by her wings--the oversized bonnets that they forced the handmaids to wear to blind them to their surroundings.
The reader followed along with her, drowning in that same hateful cloud. There was no hope, no enjoyment. It was as unbearable for us as it was for her, and Atwood is ruthless. She didn't give us anything we could actually cling to.
There was Ofglen, Offred's elusive shopping partner who would go on about the war, the defeat of the rebels, and oranges. It was her way of spreading news, hoping it would get back to other members of the resistance. Gossip had a way of getting around.
Offred didn't know that. She couldn't take it. She thought she was pious, and she was certain that she would report her if she spoke up. So she clenched her fists and stayed quiet until Oflgen told her about Mayday.
That was the only bone Atwood threw the readers, and it was still clouded with doubt. Offred had no way of knowing if Ofglen was telling the truth or not. It could've been a trap. Later in the book, it was explained that black markets and resistance movements were often controlled by fascists to ensure that they didn't become a threat to the regime. They very well could've been Gilead in disguise, offering fake hope to the populace to give them a sense of relief.
It worked for Offred, and it worked for the reader. In the series, June was overjoyed, ready to jump for joy. Then one morning she went out to meet Ofglen, and the girl was gone, replaced by someone else. That's how it was when people were taken away. They wouldn't exchange names. There was never an explanation. The handmaids would just disappear and that would be that.
The mystery of what happened to Ofglen haunted the readers. She was the face of hope, snuffed out as soon as she had come. That's why viewers were so excited when they realized that after decades of waiting they were finally going to get an answer.
Emily's story was a heartbreaking triumph. For hours we listened to Offred talk about the boots on the stairs, the Eyes, Gilead's secret police--notorious for portraying real-life totalitarian bodies of power. To this day, there are people who talk about Russia's equivalent as if they were mind readers. If anyone harbored secret anti-government sentiment, they would know. They didn't have to hear it in words. They were skilled at reading body language. People would convince themselves to believe just to avoid them, but even then, they knew to expect a knock on the door. Men who never once voiced their feelings about the regime found themselves ripped out of their homes and shot in the back of the head.
Gilead did the same thing, only their beliefs were outlandish and unreasonable. Modern men and women could never be expected to accept them, and their laws went against basic human nature.
Emily disappeared because she was in love with a martha. They took her to a courthouse, accused her of violating the Old Testament, and sentenced her to redemption. She was muzzled and chained at the neck. Then they dragged her into the back of a van, where the martha was seated across from her. They wanted the two to have a moment together, reaching out to one another, and they wanted her scream when she saw her lover hung at a construction site.
They even kept the van's doors open, so she could stare at the body when they drove off. Instead of killing Emily, they mutilated her and forced her back into slavery. The experience drove her insane. She couldn't operate within the confines of her existence, so she acted out, stole a car, and ran over a Guardian's head.
She knew she would die. She probably meant to kill herself, which would've made perfect sense. Handmaids were ravaged until they couldn't serve any longer. They were beaten, confined, perpetually demeaned, and poked with cattle prods. Death would've been a release.
But they didn't kill her. They sent her to the irradiated southwest, giving viewers their first glimpse of a gulag--a death camp, where women worked until they lay starving in bed, dying of radiation poisoning.
Fiction rarely allows us to see these places. They're too depressing. Just the idea that they exist is enough to give readers nightmares. In fact, that's one of the reasons so many people avoid this genre.
In order to make it bearable for the readers, authors have to dull things down. Usually characters can avoid being shipped off so long as they don't break the law. But real totalitarian governments don't play by their own rules. They let people slip through the cracks to thin the population.
When characters are sent off, they'll waste away. But Emily was different. She was a biology professor who had obtained her Ph.D. from Harvard. She had a beautiful mind.
She found painkillers, antibiotics, and salves that she could use to keep herself alive longer. She'd provide care to the other unwomen and make their passing less painful. It was extraordinary, but she was stuck in that place, obsessed with the confines of her existence.
In her mind, she was trapped, and she was going to die. She was like an animal in a cage. Her confinement made her vicious, straight-lipped, and stern--as sadistic as the aunts that force them to shovel dirt.
When she was released and turned into a handmaid, she killed her new commander and found a knife to use on her next one. She still believed that her life was basically at an end, so she planned on putting up a fight. What else could she do?
Had she continued down that path, her death would've been brutal and heartbreaking. Gilead was not designed for women like her. She was too smart, too capable, and far too angry. She needed an angel if she was going to survive.
That angel came in the form of the mastermind who created the colonies. She stabbed Aunt Lydia, sending the woman toppling down the stairs, and Joseph Lawrence grabbed her and dragged her out to his car. Joseph was not easy to read, and he loved to provoke people.
Emily was bawling in his backseat, certain that she was about to be tortured or killed, and instead of comforting her, he decided to let her squirm. He turned the car's music on full blast while they raced through the streets of Gilead.
The car stopped in front of a tunnel where a Guardian's truck was waiting. June came walking out of the bushes holding Nichole, and announced that they were getting out. Emily was confused. There was no 'out' as far as she was concerned. The concept did not exist in her mind.
Gilead was her entire universe. Everything outside of it was nothing more than a fever dream like Oz or Narnia. So when she was picked up by Canadian authorities, she couldn't process the fact that she was being rescued.
The world became gray and dull, unreal to her battered mind. She was numb to everything around her, stuck in her concerns and her pain. This wasn't a triumph. It was a strange parallel reality. It was like when Moira and June escaped. Everything was strange.