This is a distopian world . 'I remember the rules, rules that were never spelled out, but that every woman knew: don't open you door to a stranger, even if he says it is the police. Make him slide his ID under the door. Don't stop on the road to help a motorist pretending to be in trouble. Keep the locks and keep going. If anyone whistles, don't turn and look. Don't go in the laundromat, by yourself, at night.' But! This is what this distopian world says about the world before, about our world!
(I have been to laundromats by myself at night by the way).
Names are evidence. Offred, Ofglen. Woman are not more than the property of certain men. That is I think why it feels so important, in this day and age (having been written in another world altogether, in 1985, when the USSR was still existing, the wall and the towers had not fallen).
One thing that caught me was that everything in this world was restricted, except smoking!
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