Saturday, Nov. 28, 2009

Fiction by Alice Munro

And she's got a new book out, too!

By Ken Brosky
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In honor of Alice Munro's new short story collection, I though it might be nice to take a look at a recent short story from the New Yorker. I figure if you haven't tried reading her yet, this might be a good way to ease yourself in. Because she's a great writer, and her new collection is full of scandals, death adultery and other literary items that never go out of style.

From "Dimension," by Alice Munro:

 

Doree didnt fit into either category. In the whole year and a half that she had been working she had not bought herself a single new piece of clothing. She wore her uniform at work and her jeans everywhere else. She had got out of the way of wearing makeup because he hadnt allowed it, and now, though she could have, she didnt. Her spikes of corn-colored hair didnt suit her bony bare face, but it didnt matter.

On the third bus she got a seat by the window, and tried to keep herself calm by reading the signsboth the advertising and the street signs. There was a certain trick she had picked up, to keep her mind occupied. She took the letters of whatever word her eyes lit on, and she tried to see how many new words she could make out of them. Coffee, for instance, would give you fee, and then foe, and off and of, and shop would provide hop and sop and so andwait a minuteposh. Words were more than plentiful on the way out of the city, as they passed billboards, monster stores, car lots, even balloons moored on roofs to advertise sales.

Click here to read "Dimension," courtesy of the New Yorker. Subscriptions for the New Yorker are super cheap, too (hint, hint).

 

 

 


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