Unlike the people helping George Orwell's 1984 sell out at amazon, I didn't decide to read The Handmaid's Tale to educate myself on what life might be like in the "hands" of a fascist regime. I picked it up because I'd always wanted to read it. I didn't even know much about the story at the time.
I’m sitting at the doctor's office today waiting for an eye exam. Around me posters with giant veiny bulbous diagrams remind me how complicated (and gross) things can be when you open them up and look inside. Labels on these off-putting eyeball say things like Zinn’s Zonule, which sounds like an artifact a hero might seek in a scifi space adventure, and Schlemm’s canal. I imagine this to be a narrow passage in a book about escaping from pirates. This graphic decor gets me thinking about eyes, though, and how they’re often used in literature. Eyes play a prominent part in my book, The Travelers.