Open a book this minute and start reading. Don’t move until you’ve reached page fifty. Until you’ve buried your thoughts in print. Cover yourself with words. Wash yourself away. Dissolve. Carol Shields Republic of Love

Alice Munro “Who Do You Think You Are?”

Who does Rose think she is?

Either the question has been asked of her, or she has asked it of herself, throughout her life.

It’s fitting that the final story give voice to that.

It’s also fitting that the reader feels the question has been half-answered in the final paragraph of the collection. “Half-answered” because [...]