A few pages from the end of "White Dump", just when the reader is wondering when the story's title will be explained, Alice Munro offers it up, having anticipated the reader's every twitch. It's worth the wait, so it mustn't be spoiled, but you will have understood one aspect of its
Wondering who Sandra is, and why she's sharing her thoughts about these stories here? I briefly introduced her the other day, and she has read two other Anansi works, which she will be chatting about, before this month's end. Read on: it seems that this collection was, indeed, a wonder,
I sat with this story for a good while. I re-read it. More than once. Let it sink in as familiar. I leafed through it on other occasions, when I was between tasks at my desk. I randomly picked out passages and murmured them aloud. I sat and stared out
If this were the first Munro story that you read, by the time you reached the end of "1. Anonymous Letters", you might be shaking your head, for that segment seems to just stop. If you've been reading Munro stories for awhile, however, you'll be settling your chin in your
Rigoberta Menchú Tum is telling the stories of her Mayan girlhood in The Girl from Chimel. (So it turns out that you can discover a Nobel Peace Prize winner by reading a storybook, by dabbling in the backlist of a favourite indie press.) Although born into poverty in
