Shifting past the halfway mark in this collection, I find myself as interested in drawing lines between stories as I am in following the lines drawn within the stories. And perhaps it’s partly because I have recently pulled my copy of The Lives of Girls and Women off my shelves
If I was trying to convince readers to try Alice Munro, choosing this sampling of three stories might not be the best way to approach the matter. Each is stuffed with sadness, with resignation and despair to season the blend. But it’s as though there is also a dash of
Thanks for the Ride I’m accustomed to thinking of Alice Munro as the chronicler of Lives of Girls and Women, so I was surprised to come upon a male narrator in “Thanks for the Ride”. Dickie is hanging out with his cousin, George, who is three years older, in Pop’s
Back at the beginning of December, the idea of reading Alice Munro’s stories from the beginning, through her most recent collection, Too Much Happiness, just seemed like a good idea. But now that I’ve actually begun. Now that it’s moved from the sphere of the possible to the sphere of
Virginia Hamilton's House of Dies Drear Illus. Eros Keith Macmillan, 1968 Hard to imagine a house with a more troubled past, historically speaking. For years I have confused Virginia Hamilton's award-winning novel with John Bellair's The House with the Clock in its Walls (which is also, by the way, a
