The Purge
The New Yorker|January 7, 2019

“The Water Cure” is a twisted fairy tale of toxic masculinity.

Laura Miller
The Purge

Like all dystopian narratives, the fem­inist variety uses stories about how bad the world might become to point out how bad it already is. Not surpris­ingly, feminist dystopian narratives are now enjoying a boom, from Hulu’s tele­ vision adaptation of Margaret Atwood’s 1985 novel, “The Handmaid’s Tale”— Atwood recently announced that she is writing a sequel—to several books by both new and established novelists, in­cluding Louise Erdrich’s “Future Home of the Living God,” Christina Dalcher’s “Vox,” and Leni Zumas’s “Red Clocks.” These writers depict a range of inven­tively punitive societies: in one, women are punished for speaking more than a hundred words per day; in another, the government takes pregnant women into custody to manage a fertility crisis. The novels extrapolate from a very real pros­pect of curtailed rights, especially repro­ductive rights, to imagine what it would be like to live in a society of forced mar­riages and pregnancies. The typical dys­topian novel is at least as much about the world it’s set in as it is about the characters who inhabit it.

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