As an English Major at the University of Victoria in the mid-80’s, Alice Munro was on the syllabus. I was forced to read her.
I didn’t understand her stories. I didn’t get what all the fuss was about. A) they were just short stories, B) they were very ordinary in setting, time and character, and C) nothing seemed to happen (more on C in a moment.) Shakes…
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