They replaced Nichole with a daughter figure and called it the same story.
This is not surprising. Not even a little. Anyone who watched Seasons 5 and 6 knows these writers had already decided what kind of story they wanted to tell, and it was not Atwood's.
And yet, the more I read about this show (like this article from People.) The more I hear. The angrier I get.
Because there is a difference between a story drifting from its source and a story actively replacing its source's central argument with something more convenient.
THT Seasons 5 and 6 were drift. Cowardice, yes. Revisionism, yes. But drift -- the kind that happens when writers lose confidence in their material and start reaching for safer ground.
The Testaments is not drift.
What Miller is doing here is categorical. He is not losing confidence in the material. He is not flinching away from a difficult scene or flattening a character arc because the writers' room couldn't agree. He is making deliberate, documented, publicly stated decisions to replace the thesis of Atwood's sequel with something he finds more practical. More accessible. More user-friendly.
Those are his words. Not mine.
But this -- replacing Nichole with a girl who gives off daughter energy, compressing a timeline specifically to make Atwood's central character uncastable, and then describing the result as a deceptively lighter touch -- this is not drift. This is a choice made with full awareness of what is being removed and why.
That is not a creative limitation. That is a strategy.
And the strategy is not subtle: use Atwood's name, Atwood's world, Atwood's cultural authority, and this particular political moment -- when people are desperate for exactly the kind of story Atwood actually wrote -- to deliver something that replaced the argument with the feeling of the argument. The resistance aesthetic without the resistance logic.
A story that looks like what Atwood built from the outside while having quietly gutted the interior.
Atwood's Testaments is built on a single argument.
Nichole -- June and Nick's daughter, smuggled out of Gilead as a baby, raised in Canada without knowing who she is or what her parents survived to get her there -- grows up outside the walls, beyond Gilead's language and logic, and chooses as an adult to go back in for her sister. Not because she is sent. Because she chooses. Because the child that forbidden love built becomes the person who walks back into the fire.
This is not a subplot. This is not a supporting arc. This is the thesis.
Nichole is what the story has been building toward since the first time June and Nick looked at each other in the Waterford kitchen and the entire moral weight of the narrative shifted.
That is what Atwood spent 400 pages arguing. That is what The Testaments is.
Now here is what Bruce Miller said about it. In his own words. Across multiple interviews.
"The Testaments is its own show. You don't have to watch The Handmaid's Tale and even if you don't know anything about a Handmaid, I wanted it to be very user-friendly."
User-friendly.
He took Atwood's thesis -- the particular outlasting the total, love surviving captivity into the next generation, a specific child becoming the evidence that the regime failed -- and decided the problem was accessibility. The goal was user-friendly.
"We had to redefine the Daisy character to keep things practical in our world."
Daisy is Nichole. In the book, unambiguously, completely. She is June and Nick's daughter. Miller redefined her. Because it was impractical.
And I want to sit with that word for a moment. Impractical. Because what he is actually describing is not a logistics problem. It is a discomfort problem.
Nichole being June and Nick's biological daughter means their love has to remain central to the story. It means the sacrifice June makes in sending her back into Gilead is unbearable in a specific way -- not the unbearable of a woman committed to a cause, but the unbearable of a woman sending the embodied proof of her most dangerous, most specific, most ungovernable love back into the place that tried to destroy it.
That kind of love -- passionate, particular, morally complicated, refusing to resolve into something cleaner -- is exactly what the later seasons of THT worked to discipline out of June's story. It is what the producers of this show have never been comfortable with. Complex desire. The kind that doesn't serve the narrative cleanly. The kind that makes a mess.
Making Daisy a chosen daughter instead of a biological one removes the mess. It removes Nick from the center of the story's most important moment. It removes the discomfort of having to honor what June and Nick actually were to each other and what that produced. It makes the whole thing tidier. More accessible. More user-friendly.
Practical.
"I didn't want to just blow past logic, so I decided to not make this person Nichole."
The logic he is referring to is a timeline he built himself. He set the show four years after the THT finale instead of fifteen, the interval Atwood used. That decision made Nichole a toddler. That made casting her as a teenager impossible. He then used the constraint he created to justify removing the character whose existence is the entire point of the sequel.
He constructed the obstacle and then cited the obstacle as the reason.
"In some ways, not only is she a chosen daughter, she looks a little like June, she acts like June."
This is what replaces the biological daughter of June Osborne and Nick Blaine. A girl who looks a little like June. Who acts like June. A chosen daughter, which is Miller's phrase, not mine, offered as if resemblance and emotional adjacency are equivalent to what Nichole actually is -- the living evidence that their love built something Gilead could not reach.
It is not equivalent. It is not even close.
"There is a Nichole. You actually get hints about her through the season that she exists with June in Toronto."
Baby Holly, as far as we know, is safe growing up in Toronto. For now.
For now.
This is how he accounts for the central character of Atwood's sequel. Hints that she exists. Safe, for now. A background detail. A toddler offscreen in Toronto while a stranger stands in the story that was supposed to be hers, playing a version of her that looks a little like her mother.
And then, in the same press cycle, he described the show as Mean Girls in Gilead.
Not as shorthand. As a pitch. With pride. In interviews. This is how Bruce Miller describes the adaptation of the book that won the Booker Prize. The sequel to the novel that redefined dystopian fiction. Mean Girls in Gilead.
He also said: "I really do try to defer to Margaret."
Here is what the deferral actually looks like in practice.
Miller kept the red cloaks. He kept Aunt Lydia. He kept enough visual iconography that the show registers as the same world when you see it in a trailer. He brought Elisabeth Moss back, not because June's story demanded continuation, but because -- his words -- she is the puzzle piece that helps the returning audience orient themselves.
This is not adaptation. This is the aesthetic of a story without its argument.
Adaptation requires engaging with what the source material is actually doing. It requires understanding why the choices Atwood made are the choices she made -- why Nichole had to be June and Nick's daughter and not just a girl who resembles June, why the sacrifice had to be unbearable and not practical, why the particular had to matter more than the total.
Atwood's Testaments is not light. It is the book where the full weight of everything The Handmaid's Tale was arguing finally comes to rest. Where the love that Gilead tried to make criminal produces the person who brings Gilead down. Where the particular, difficult, ungovernable love between two people inside an impossible system outlasts the system itself.
That is not lighter. That is the culmination. And what Miller built in its place -- the school, the friendships, the girlhood, the coming-of-age ensemble -- is content. Competent, probably. Watchable, maybe. But content where there was supposed to be argument.
And here is the part that I cannot get past.
It is going to work. On a lot of people.
Because from the outside -- from the position of someone who never read the book, or watched the original casually enough that the iconography is more familiar than the argument -- The Testaments looks like exactly what this moment demands. Young women. Defiance. A theocracy being taken apart from the inside by girls who refuse to comply. It looks empowering. It feels like resistance. It arrives at a moment when people are desperate for that feeling and will accept the aesthetic of it when the substance is not there.
Miller knows this. The marketing is built on this. The whole positioning of the show as standalone, no prior knowledge required, user-friendly -- that is not a creative decision. That is a strategy for reaching an audience that will not know what has been removed, because they were never told what was there.
And what was there is not a minor detail. What was there is the entire point.
Atwood was not writing about girlhood finding its power. She was not writing a coming-of-age story about teenage girls at a prep school discovering that the system is unjust. She was writing about what happens when the state owns women's bodies so completely that desire itself becomes insurgency.
When wanting -- specifically, carnally, for a particular person -- is the most radical act available. The Handmaid's Tale is about interiority as resistance. And The Testaments is about what that resistance produced. The child. The proof. The embodied argument that Gilead failed.
That is the message. That is what the story is actually about.
And if you want to understand the distance between what Atwood built and what Miller is selling, read these lines.
Atwood's Offred. Seasons 1 and 2. The voice this story was built on.
"A chair, a table, a lamp. There's a window with white curtains, and the glass is shatterproof. But it isn't running away they're afraid of. A handmaid wouldn't get far. It's those other escapes. The ones you can open in yourself given a cutting edge. Or a twisted sheet and a chandelier. I try not to think about those escapes."
"I will not be that girl in the box."
"There was an Offred before me. She helped me find my way out. She's dead. She's alive. She is me."
Now read this. A voiceover from late in the run, after Miller had decided what the show should be.
"They put us in red, the color of blood, to mark us. They forgot that it's also the color of rage."
"The dress became our uniform. We became an army."
Both claim to be June Osborne's interior voice. They are not the same person. They are not the same kind of writing. They are not operating inside the same understanding of what this story is.
Atwood's Offred did not narrate to persuade. She narrated to stay intact. Her voice was fragmentary, invasive, often unflattering. It doubled back on itself. It noticed details ideology would prefer to smooth over. It allowed contradiction to sit unresolved because resolution was a luxury Gilead did not permit her. She was not building toward a thesis. She was building toward the next hour.
The later voiceovers do something categorically different. They organize. They resolve. They take lived experience and deliver it back as meaning. Clothing becomes symbol. Rage becomes purpose. The interior friction disappears and what replaces it is a monologue addressed outward, shaped for consumption, coherent in the way that minds under siege are never actually coherent.
This is what Atwood understood that Miller never did: the last place oppression has to conquer is the interior voice. The small, stubborn, untranslatable awareness that refuses to be turned into messaging. When that voice starts sounding polished -- when it arrives already purposeful, already shaped, already useful -- something essential has been surrendered.
By the time June is given "fight for your freedom, don't let the bastards grind you down" as her execution monologue, the show has completed the transformation. Survival under fascism, which Atwood wrote as producing compromise and brutal moral arithmetic and the refusal to be abstracted, has been replaced by a slogan. The specific woman with the specific interior life has been replaced by a symbol of resistance who says the things symbols of resistance say.
The casual fandom celebrated this. They posted gifsets. They streamed the Taylor Swift cut. They called it empowering.
And they were not wrong, exactly. It was loud and defiant and it arrived at a moment when people wanted exactly that. That is the problem. Not that it failed to entertain. That it entertained by doing the thing Atwood spent her entire career writing against: replacing the interior with the declarative, the specific with the symbolic, the woman with the message.
The Testaments is the completion of that project.
What Miller is selling is the feeling of that message without its content. He is using Atwood's world, Atwood's characters, Atwood's cultural capital, and Atwood's political moment to deliver something else entirely. Something that looks defiant without being dangerous. Something that feels like it understands the assignment while having fundamentally abandoned it.
If he wanted to make a YA ensemble about teenage girls dismantling a theocracy from the inside, that is a legitimate creative project. But it is not The Testaments. It does not belong in Atwood's canon wearing Atwood's iconography and being sold to people who think they are watching the continuation of Atwood's argument.
If it's his story, call it his story. Leave Atwood's characters alone. Leave Nichole alone.
Because what he has done is take the most specific, most politically precise thing Atwood ever built and converted it into content that feels defiant for an audience that won't know the difference. That audience is not to blame. They were never given the tools to know the difference. Miller made sure of that. User-friendly. No prior knowledge required.
That is not adaptation. That is appropriation.
I am not watching this.
I am not giving them the numbers that tell them they got away with it.
BOYCOTT THE TESTAMENTS.
