By Margaret Atwood
Cat’s Eye is the tale of Elaine Risley, a debatable painter who returns to Toronto, the town of her formative years, for a retrospective of her artwork. Engulfed via shiny pictures of the earlier, she reminisces a couple of trio of women who initiated her into the fierce politics of youth and its mystery global of friendship, longing, and betrayal. Elaine needs to come to phrases together with her personal identification as a daughter, a lover, an artist, and a woman—but in particular she needs to search unlock from her haunting thoughts. anxious, hilarious, and compassionate, Cat’s Eye is a panoramic novel of a lady grappling with the tangled knot of her existence.
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