Today, Margaret Atwood turns 82. For those who wish to celebrate her birthday, consider adding a candle to your favourite treat, and watching this video (in the column alongside), when she sat down with Tom Power on her 80th  in 2019.

It’s a quick-fix time-travel device, YouTube, isn’t it? The kind of trick that Ian Williams was longing for, when he moved from Vancouver to Toronto recently.

His essay “Four to Eighteen Days” (included in Disorientation, which was nominated for the Writers’ Trust Award this year) is titled for the range of time that his moving company claimed it would take to transport his belongings from.

Some time prior, a literary festival holding a celebratory event and pairing authors online for a discussion, asked for his dream interviewee, and he named Margaret Atwood; the interview was scheduled to take place shortly after his move was expected to be complete.

But the process took longer than expected. (Aside: I’m not sure that ANYthing in my October made me laugh as hard as his imagined one-star review for this moving company, which is also included in this book. I howled.) And the interview takes place against such a stark background that Margaret Atwood is compelled to enquire about his surroundings.

“As I explain the moving situation, she gets progressively more disturbed by the course of events. Her line of questioning is insistent, her attention dizzying—downright disorienting.” (Now would be an appropriate time to remind you that this essay appears in Disorientation: Being Black in the World.)

“She is not loud or forceful in the least, but when her attention is on me, I am unable to steer the conversation away from her curiosity. Hers is the kind of magnetism where you are not so much captivated as held captive until she decides to release you.”

They get into the nitty-gritty, the details the service providers had promised. An inventory is required. What he has and what he lacks.There’s talk of an onion. She makes sure he’s got food. Later, Williams writes: “People want Atwood to blurb their books, to retweet them, to say they’re geniuses, to bless them and their children.” He wants something else.

The essay also describes the event, the interview that does—eventually—happen. Part of me wishes I could have attended. Part of me feels like his description is even better. All of me enjoys the screen-caps, which seem to support both positions simultaneously.

“In screenshots of the event, she is pale against a black background. I am dark against a white wall. She looks like a still from a film. I like that I’m trapped in a passport photo.” I feel like I can hear him laughing in his near-passport photo and hear the smile in her voice.

This reminds me of another book that appears in Margaret Atwood’s Twitter timeline more than once: Claudia Rankine’s Just Us: An American Conversation (2020). It opens with an airport scene and a flight, during which she has a challenging discussion about race and privilege, with a white man who is returning from Cape Town while she is returning from Johannesburg.

This is one of several liminal spaces in Rankine’s book, which astutely represent the between-ness of her own position—privileged enough to travel in first-class for her work, but so precariously perched that she might be openly challenged by white people who can’t imagine she’s a first-class traveller.

Photographs, excerpts of documents, tweets, excerpts (one of my favourite Audre Lorde essays is spliced into “ethical loneliness”, for instance): this magpie approach illustrates the systemic constructions that Rankine seeks to explore and expose beautifully.

She writes: “To create discomfort by pointing out facts is seen as socially unacceptable. Let’s get over ourselves, it’s structural not personal, I want to shout at everyone, including myself.”

Is this an American Conversation? Perhaps. But Rankine asks universal questions. “How to understand all our looking away?” she writes. This volume provides another opportunity to look, to see. It’s longer than Citizen and its pages are glossy—it confirms and secures my interest in her work.

Next week? One of the books that she recommended in a Twitter thread, early in 2020, when readers were looking for recommendations, whether for information and escape…this one was recommended as an escape.