The Robber Bride

Male fantasies, male fantasies, is everything run by male fantasies? Up on a pedestal or down on your knees, it's all a male fantasy: that you're strong enough to take what they dish out, or else too weak to do anything about it. Even pretending you aren't catering to male fantasies is a male fantasy: pretending you're unseen, pretending you have a life of your own, that you can wash your feet and comb your hair unconscious of the ever-present watcher peering through the keyhole, peering through the keyhole in your own head, if nowhere else. You are a woman with a man inside watching a woman. You are your own voyeur.

Atwood rocks and I will read anything she does. This one didn't quite do it for me but it doesn't mean it's without stretches of beautiful writing and amazing insights into humankind (especially women).

You're her special friend
just begging to be sucked dry
you won't even mind.

I had trouble getting into this book - I picked it up and read a page or two and then abandoned it more times than I can count. But, all of a sudden, by about page 20 it was compulsive reading.

Each of the three main characters, Tony, Roz and Charis teeters on the edge of being a cliche, and the contrast between the three of them pushes them further into familiar territory; however, each of them is written so realistically that I forgave the slightly worn feeling of the tropes.

Each character gets a story in three parts - childhood, emerging adulthood and maturity with Zenia a constant, toxic presence; a measuring stick, by which growth is charted.

Not my favorite of her books, but still lovely. One of the reviews on the back said something like, “A kind of characterization usually only seen in autobiographies,” which I found to be totally true. Amazing characters, even if the plot wasn't anything too new.