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
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At one time, Zeigler’s Department Store had a grocery department and a hardware department, but no longer.
1990; Penguin, 1991
The store assortment has changed. The role of the department store has changed. Downtown Walley has changed. And, perhaps most significantly, Murray has changed.
When the story opens, Murray’s father is telling him that he [...]
When Hazel Curtis travels to Scotland, she tells people that it was a trip that she and Jack had always planned to take together.
1990; Penguin, 1991
And now that she’s a widow, Jack cannot contradict Hazel, speak out to say that he never wanted to take that trip.
For now that she’s a [...]
Some writers might take a book to do it. Carol Shields did, in Swann. Timothy Findley did, in The Wars.
1990; Penguin, 1991
Alice Munro takes a short story to build a life from fragments left behind.
In this case, in “Meneseteung”, the fragments are culled from a book called Offerings (“Gold lettering on [...]
As with “Friend of My Youth”, the bulk of “Five Points” concerns a story told by one of the characters, Neil, who is speaking of events from his past, when he was a boy in British Columbia.
1990; Penguin, 1991
In both stories, the story rooted in Neil’s memories and the present-day story of [...]
The title story of this collection begins with talk of an act being “too transparent in its hopefulness, too easy in its forgiveness”.
1990; Penguin, 1991
On first reading, this seems a straightforward observation about the narrator’s relationship with her mother.
She has been dreaming of her mother on occasion.
And this recurring dream [...]
This the last of four stories published at the end of Dear Life under Finale, four works that are “not quite stories” but, rather, works “autobiographical in feeling, though not, sometimes, entirely so in fact. I believe they are the first and last — and the closest — things I have to say about my [...]
Among the “first and last — and the closest — things I have to say about my own life”, “Voices” is one of four stories in Finale, published at the end of Dear Life as “not quite stories”, part of a “separate unit, one that is autobiographical in feeling, though not, sometimes, entirely so in fact”.
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As the second of four stories in Finale, published at the end of Dear Life as “not quite stories”, “Night” is part of a “separate unit, one that is autobiographical in feeling, though not, sometimes, entirely so in fact”.
Random House, 2012
“I believe they are the first and last — and the closest [...]
This the first of four stories published at the end of this collection under Finale, described as “not quite stories.”
“They form a separate unit, one that is autobiographical in feeling, though not, sometimes, entirely so in fact. I believe they are the first and last — and the closest — things I have to [...]
“One day we were driving around in the country not too far from where we live, and we found a road we hadn’t known about.”
Random House, 2012
He is eighty-three and she is seventy-one: there has been some discussion of death.
(There has been some discussion of death between two aging characters in [...]
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