Fourteen Days. NY: HarperCollins, 2024.
I’ve been a big fan of Margaret Atwood’s novels and short stories eve since I first read The Handmaid’s Tale in 1985 — and I personally think she’s due for a Nobel — but this volume is a different sort of project for her, and she’s not only one of its three dozen cooperative authors but its co-editor with Douglas Preston. (It was published under the aegis of The Author’s Guild Foundation.) The scene is the Fernsby Arms, a down-at-the-heels six-story apartment building on the Lower East Side of Manhattan, right on the Bowery, and the time frame is the opening days of the Pandemic. The primary narrator, through, is the building’s new super, a thirty-year-old woman of Romanian heritage whose name we are never told and who learned the trade from her immigrant father. She’s big and strong and there’s nothing she can’t fix, and right now, she’s in agony over being unable to get a phone connection through to her father’s nursing home, where he’s in a memory care unit with Alzheimer’s.
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