All posts tagged: Canadian fiction

Alice Munro “Night” | Short Story #341

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2020 Short Stories

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: “I knew now that he had not heard me getting up and walking around on just this one night. The […]

300 short stories: story 283

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2019 short stories

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 of 1918 in which so many people died, and when she came out of it she was strange. Not really […]

300 short stories: story 282

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2019 short stories

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 Binchy books of my childhood. a line:  “In the decade that they had already entered but that she at least had not […]

300 short stories: story 254 & 255

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2019 short stories

story: “The Fifth Story” & “Happy Endings” author: Clarice Lispector & Margaret Atwood year: here and there 🙂 1950s & 1980s where: Abu Dhabi note: Putting these two together since their forms are similar. a line: “In the mouths of some of the cockroaches, there are traces of white powder. I am the first to observe the dawn breaking over Pompeii.” & “Mary gets run-down. Crying is bad for your face, everyone knows that and so does Mary […]