Read Margaret Atwood's The Handmaid's Tale recently, motivated to do so by a quote I had come across. Was too dark for my tastes, and lacked the emotional depth and warmth I hoped would be there based upon the quote.
Other than that drawback for me, I would say it was well-written. I might try another of her books someday, perhaps imposing less expectations on the experience.
I see there is a movie coming out with the same name.
Just realized the quote I came across was abridged. I'll provide the abridged version here. The full quote is more explicit, and starker, if that's the word:
Can I be blamed for wanting a real body, to put my arms around? Without it I too am disembodied. I can listen to my own heartbeat against the bedsprings.... There's something dead about it, something deserted.
Not sure why, but quite a different book comes to mind that seems worth recommending: Steve Martin's The Pleasure of My Company. Liked it better than his Shop Girl, though that held my interest IIRC (both I read years and years ago). Both are quite different (novel or novella, and not silly) than his Cruel Shoes, which must have been written in the 1980s closer to his time on SNL, but cracked me up (in my defense, I was a young teen). I admire his creativity expressed on many fronts.