And I can’t be the only one. Lots to love in Jill Soloway’s  TV version of Kraus’ novel. Excruciating in its accuracy of artists and desire. Hilarious of course. Some episodes directed by Andrea Arnold! Local fact: Ciara Philips has been in a lift with K. Bacon.

This 1985 Atwood has never shifted from my top ten, and, like 1984, it works because there’s nothing in it that isn’t happening right now, to someone, somewhere. While Orwell’s future is made richer with language (it includes a glossary), Atwood’s uses small, creeping increments of privation in the hope our ears prick up a…