I know. What a title, right? Without any intended snark whatsoever, I'd say the brilliance in this somewhat obscure short story collection is all in the title(s).
Really, it is. Because she says it in the title, she takes all the power away from an earnest reader who, clutching pearls, is compelled to say "oh, goodness, she's such a misogynist!" Come now, earnest reader, Pat is satirizing misogynist stereotypes, and you can tell she had a ball doing so.
Each very brief story features a woman that Patricia Highsmith wants you to hate (The Coquette, The Breeder, The Silent Mother-In-Law, The Invalid, The Prude -- to name a few) and, in broad, fable-like form, the woman dies, or she destroys those who are unlucky enough to be in her sphere.
The satire is complicated. You really get a picture of the complex relationship Pat had with her own gender, here. Sometimes, it doesn't entirely succeed as satire for me, and simply presents as subversive naughtiness. That's okay with me; my issue is that the stories get so repetitive. The awful woman does her awful stuff, and then she or others die. As much as I can get on board with this reckless idea, it loses its sting, after a while.
The first story The Hand is by far the best and most memorable for me. It is wicked, it is wonderful, and it tells in very few words why asking for a woman's hand (in marriage) is not only barbaric, it's criminal.
But back to those titles. Just the table of contents is amazing and could make a brilliant prose poem. Did I mention The Fully-Licenced Whore, or The Wife? Or, perhaps, The Mobile Bed-Object? Only you, Pat.
3.25 stars (though I reserve the right to gain more appreciation for these nasty little numbers as time goes on)