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Author: Alice Munro
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May 1990
The Wilds Of The Past
by Peter Buitenhuis
In these new stories by Alice Munro, the narrators travel
deep into memory and the `imagination of disaster`
IN ONE OF 1-14E stories in this collection, a character observes: "Honey ... professors are dumb. They are dumber than ordinary. I Could be nice and say they knew about things we don`t, but as far as I am concerned they don`t know shit."
There I am, pinned and wriggling on the wall, and with the nagging sense that maybe she is right. Read more...
| Apr 2002
Munrogue's Progress
by Michael Greenstein
"Hateship, Friendship, Courtship, Loveship, Marriage" is the first story in Alice Munro's latest collection of short stories under the same title. To this unusual list of "ships", one would have to add worship, for the reader comes to and away from Munro's fiction with adulation. A Munro story is layered in time, place, and personality; it approaches novella status, a truncated version of a great Canadian novel. Read more...
| Oct 2004
 | Runaway
by Alice Munro
McClelland & Stewart $34.99 Hardcover
ISBN: 077106506X
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A Review of: Runaway
by Jeremy Lalonde
I was surprised by Runaway, coming as it does-a mere two years after
the appearance of Hateship, Friendship, Courtship, Loveship, Marriage
(let me also admit to biting my tongue every time I utter that last
title). It seemed a matter of course that Munro produced a collection
of stories every three to four years-stories that would have readers
all abuzz and critics invoking the name of Chekov or the company of
greatest-living-short-story-writers. Despite working well ahead of
schedule, Munro does not take short cuts: the eight stories in Runaway
are a virtuoso performance; they crystallize many of the themes,
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| Dec 2006
Saving the Best for Last
by John Moss
Alice Munro's new book, The View from Castle Rock, is a delightful fraud. Whether through failure of imagination on her publisher's part, or a lack of confidence in the reader, or a shrewd authorial gambit, it is offered as a book of "Stories", the author's eleventh. But it is something else, a major achievement, and an exciting revitalisation of a somewhat exhausted genre. Resounding flyleaf rhetoric issues a denial: "So is this a memoir? No." Well, yes. It is. Read more...
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