I had heard of Alice Munro. I actually heard about her again and again. She popped up in short story collections I read through. Every time one of her short story collections came out it seemed like the book world I was familiar with just exploded with it. Then she won the Nobel Prize and I heard about her even more.
So I gave in. Sometimes you have to.
I never know what to say about short story collections. In fact for many years I avoided short stories completely until I realized I may have been missing something. What I can tell you guys about Alice Munro is that she is absolutely amazing. I’m not one to talk about sentences but this woman can write them. As I read along, I kept pausing to read aloud to Hubby, who never seems to appreciate literary genius as much as I do.
I think that maybe a large part of my love of this collection is the relate-ability for me. Munro writes mostly about small towns in Canada, one in particular that is situated on Lake Huron. I am so close to this area that it feels familiar. I can see the social constructs of my own small town. These are quiet stories, as my creative writing teacher would have said, and they are beautifully pulled off.
I cannot wait for the next collection to come in for me. I’ve even put some Hemingway on hold for this!