Is it something like a triangle? With happiness, unhappiness and love arranged with an equal distance between each point?
Perhaps. Certainly there are triangles in “Fiction”, shifting alliances and fractures.
Love triangles. Happiness triangles.
Just enough. Too much.
The kind of happiness discussed in “Fiction” is different from that which Doree/Fleur muses upon in “Dimensions”.
A book-length demonstration of propulsive prose.
This is the word that I wrote in capital letters, in the margins of my reading diary about Mark Anthony Jarman’s Knife Party at the Hotel Europa (2015), but then I wondered if I had subconsciously (deliberately, even!) lifted it from the cover.
It sounds like a word one might see […]
Things that you can slip between.
They are often ‘new’ in nature.
If I was playing $30,000 Pyramid, I might think such things, in response to the idea of ‘dimensions’.
At the heart of Alice Munro’s “Dimensions”: a woman who is fundamentally altered, facing a ‘new’ future, slipping between layers of meaning, transforming.
McClelland & Stewart, 2006
The View from Castle Rock was not one of my favourite Alice Munro collections. Although I rushed to read it upon publication, I didn’t enjoy it as much as Runaway. On rereading, I planned a different approach.
In the past, I read the collection simply as another of Alice Munro’s […]
A good ways into the story, readers meet this proclamation: “You never quite knew how such things would turn out. You almost knew, but you could never be sure.”
It is perhaps as true about “The Bear Came Over the Mountain” as it is about Grant’s predictions about his relationships with women.
But this story […]
Unsurprisingly, a story named for a main character is going to be preoccupied with names and identity.
It’s also the first thing readers observe Queenie saying to Chrissy, when she arrives in Toronto and is met at Union Station.
Her husband thinks it sounds like an animal’s name, so Chrissy is asked not to […]
It’s inescapable, this sense of “What Is Remembered” being an alternate version of “Tricks”. (If you want to avoid general spoilers, best not to click on that link, for you will intuit the sort of ending which that story has and thus the contrasting tone herein.)
Once again, our narrator is reflecting upon the events of the […]
The details in “Post and Bean” matter. The specific itty-bitty matters of surprising consequence. Not necessarily what one sees at first glance, but what one uncovers, what the broader whole can be understood to mean.
Take the group of people in the church office. At first, a stranger to the office might think, “Oh, what […]
Sometimes, when I begin reading an Alice Munro story, I am overwhelmed by a sense of “there it is”. It’s a feeling of immediate and undeniable recognition of familiar elements.
Like the beginning of “Nettles”, which begins with firmly rooting the reader in a time and place.
It is summer. It is 1979. The narrator […]
While Nina was playing tennis, Lewis was killing himself. Readers learn this at the outset. Nina played; Lewis died.
Back and forth across the net, Nina volleyed and returned serves; Lewis plunged downward into first unconsciousness, then…
As a science teacher, who insisted that evolution be taught in classrooms despite creationists’ objections, Lewis […]