Margaret Atwood, the Prophet of Dystopia – The New Yorker

The women reminisced about studying with Northrop Frye. “He is the person who talked me into going to grad school instead of moving to Paris, and living in a garret and drinking absinthe,” Atwood said. “But, Adrienne, you did move to Paris.”

“You came to visit,” Clarkson said.

“And you were painting your fingernails a beautiful shade of red,” Atwood continued.

“How frivolous of you to remember that,” Clarkson said, fondly.

“How novelistic of me to remember it,” Atwood said.