It’s rush hour at this busy downtown Toronto café, but no one seems to notice Margaret Atwood, Canada’s most famous writer and one of the most celebrated in the world. Petite, dressed in dark clothing and wearing a hat that hides her white, curly hair, 85-year-old Atwood moves through the café unnoticed and, on one of those sunny days when the Canadian autumn timidly bares its winter teeth, chooses the terrace to speak in a low voice, with her customary irony, about her highly anticipated memoirs.

She didn’t see the point in writing them (“Who wants to read the story of someone sitting at a desk wrestling with a blank page?” she asks in the book; “It’s boring enough to die of boredom,” she concludes), but she finally did. And she has titled her memoir The Book of Lives, because tha…

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