Although I complained mightily about the title story Too Much Happiness in Alice Munro's new collection of short stories when I read it in Harpers a year or so ago the rest of this collection kicked ass. (If I may be so bold.) It has that wonderful bizarre story Wenlock Edge about the young college girl going for dinner at an older man's house and having to be naked the whole time while sitting primly in a chair and eating dinner. I remember the unexpected thrill of reading that in the New Yorker a few years ago. The first story Dimensions is fantastic capturing the feeling of a battered woman perfectly. Overall everything but the title story is worthwhile.
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