I discovered Margaret Atwood not long after she’d won the Booker Prize for The Blind Assassin (2000), got hooked, and began reading her backwards: Alias Grace (1996), The Robber Bride (1993), Cat’s Eye (1988), The Handmaid’s Tale (1985), all the way back to The Edible Woman (1969). I sense a shift with The Handmaid’s Tale, into what some might call her literary maturity, coinciding with her middle age. After the shift, she began pushing her literary boundaries. Each subsequent novel is different. Each is engaged with a bigger picture: where we came from, what we’re doing now, where we might be…