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Red Clocks
by Leni Zumas
‘Red Clocks’ by Leni Zumas was one of my most eagerly anticipated, but sadly most disappointing, books of 2018. As a rule, I love feminist dystopian literature and, based on its synopsis, it really sounded like ‘Red Clocks’ would deliver. This book was meant to ask questions about a woman’s purpose in the context of an America in which abortion and IVF are illegal, and embryos are imbued with human rights. It purported to examine the lives of five women - an impregnated teenage girl, a feminist teacher desperate for a child, a herbalist healer, a frustrated mother and, bizarrely, an underrated polar explorer. ‘Female reproductive rights as power - how interesting!’, I thought. ‘A modern Handmaid’s Tale!’, I thought. ‘And it’s a multi-perspective novel, which I love.’ I thought. Wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong. The characters lacked dimension; the women lacked spark; the novel lacked structure; the writing lacked empathy. I lacked interest.
That said, I fully acknowledge that reading is very subjective and that others have loved this book beyond measure. Some even call it a feminist classic. But I do not.
That said, I fully acknowledge that reading is very subjective and that others have loved this book beyond measure. Some even call it a feminist classic. But I do not.