Alice Munro “Night” | Short Story #341

story: “Night” author: Alice Munro year: 2012 from Dear Life  where: Quarantine note: This story made me think about what Zadie Smith said about the difference between the past and now, and how in the past, folks discussed things so much less. I really liked the brief rumination on psychiatry near the end. a line: … Continue reading Alice Munro “Night” | Short Story #341

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Alice Munro “Carried Away” | Short Story #340

story: “Carried Away” author: Alice Munro year: 1991 where: Quarantine note: This story came to me by a mention from Lorrie Moore. It is such an elegant story, full of historic markers big and small. There's something at the end (the conflation of men and memory) that reminds me of what did Susan Minot did … Continue reading Alice Munro “Carried Away” | Short Story #340

300 short stories: story 283

story: “Train” author: Alice Munro year: 2012 where: post-Flywheel, Social House (terrible breakfast) note: "I have never kept diaries. I just remember a lot and am more self-centered than most people," from an interview with Alice Munro about the book. This story went in places I did not expect it to go. a line:  “She had caught the terrible flu … Continue reading 300 short stories: story 283

300 short stories: story 282

story: “To Reach Japan” author: Alice Munro year: 2012 where: Starbucks, Festival City note: I picked up this book for only 39 dirhams--Dear Life--and the writing is so good, so much denser than what I've been reading, books by younger contemporary female writers, mostly. Her style (as well as the font) reminds me of the Maeve … Continue reading 300 short stories: story 282

100 days 100 short stories:: story 41

story: Leaving Maverly  author: Alice Munro year: 2011 where: kitchen table, before dinner note: a story I've started four times, a story I've been interrupted while reading three times a line: “There was something in her, he told Isabel, something that made her want to absorb whatever you said to her, instead of just being thrilled or … Continue reading 100 days 100 short stories:: story 41