A review by yourfriendtorie
Dancing Girls by Margaret Atwood

3.0

I have suspected for quite a while that Margaret Atwood's short stories are surprisingly unsatisfying compared to her masterful novels. Her writing really shines here, in this early collection, only when she delves into that absurd black humor of hers. Like always, though, she really gets into the meaty, complicated aspects of a woman's psyche, even when the narrator is a man. I may not read any more of her short story collections, if only to preserve her standing as completely untouchable in my pantheon of modern writers.