A few pages from the end of "White Dump", just when the reader is wondering when the story's title will be explained, Alice Munro offers it up, having anticipated the reader's every twitch. It's worth the wait, so it mustn't be spoiled, but you will have understood one aspect of its
"You don't know how to life your life anymore and you start drowning in it." House of Anansi, 2012 That's the thing about depression, Lynn Crosbie explains in an interview with Shelagh Rogers on CBC Radio. She describes what happens when you really start looking at the world, with
This is Sandra's third post here, joining in the celebration of 45 days of House of Anansi; I introduced her, here, briefly, and she is now full-on in the process of organizing her own website/blog (not sure which will better characterize it). You may have had a hand in encouraging
Fly's voice is the ticket which offers admission to Rawi Hage's Carnival. House of Anansi, 2012 It is not, however, a front row seat. It is a seat to one side, on the margins. But this is where some of the most interesting things can be observed. (Michael
Wondering who Sandra is, and why she's sharing her thoughts about these stories here? I briefly introduced her the other day, and she has read two other Anansi works, which she will be chatting about, before this month's end. Read on: it seems that this collection was, indeed, a wonder,
