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.
Buried In Print2017-07-24T15:04:47-05:00“Nettles” Alice MunroBuried In Print2017-07-24T15:04:47-05:00