Now, with the politics out of the way and feeling all the cleaner for the experience, I would like to state that I truly enjoyed Oryx and Crake on the level of a page-turning imaginative mystery. I have the attention span of a gnat, but Atwood kept my gnat-brain thoroughly absorbed in this tale of needless apocalypse. Atwood's style of minimal exposition was well-tailored to a story that could have been drowned in the wordiness of a lesser writer. In many ways, Oryx and Crake smacked of Vonnegut's best tales of world-ending woe such as Cat's Cradle or The Sirens of Titan--minus the humor and sexual energy. Don't get me wrong: this particular story would have been tarnished by a humorous streak or thinly-veiled sexual innuendos, but if you're not in the mood for a trip into the bleak, you might want to pick up something else--how about The Sirens of Titan, that one gets overlooked a lot.