How Much Happiness, Really


Is it too much? Or, just enough. What am I to make of this final story in my Alice Munro reading project. (I read her last collection, Dear Life, in 2012.) While rereading Too Much Happiness, I was constantly aware of the references to being happy, to happiness, in the

How Much Happiness, Really2017-07-25T11:20:32-05:00

“Wood” Alice Munro


Strangely enough, although I read this story twice earlier this year as well, when I scanned the table of contents I could not place it. Planning to reread for a third time this morning, I had no idea; it wasn't until the talk of the truck and Roy's need to gather the wood

“Wood” Alice Munro2017-07-25T11:20:34-05:00

“Child’s Play” Alice Munro


On the list of 10 Perfect Alice Munro sentences, recently selected by CBC, this is the first: "Every year, when you’re a child, you become a different person." It begs the question, "When does one stop becoming somebody new every year?" Perhaps after an event like the incident described in this

“Child’s Play” Alice Munro2021-01-05T14:18:10-05:00

“Some Women” Alice Munro


Unsurprisingly, “Some Women” offers readers a panoply of images of womanhood. It begins by hearkening back to an earlier time, when “girls wore waist cinches and crinolines that could stand up by themselves”. But then locates the narrator as being so old that even she is amazed by the number

“Some Women” Alice Munro2017-07-25T11:22:08-05:00

“Face” Alice Munro


"You think that would have changed things?" "The answer is of course, and for a while, and never." In interview with Eleanor Wachtel, Nick Hornby discusses the "problem of being divided being two worlds" saying that many of us have a version of this in our own lives. This is true

“Face” Alice Munro2017-07-25T11:22:56-05:00
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