Alice Munro, Runaway
Apr. 8th, 2005 02:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jawnbcAre short fiction specialists generally dis/regarded out of bias? Or are there very few genuinely short fiction artisans? Regardless, Alice Munro has yet again demonstrated why she is the best short fiction writer in the English language today...and quite possible the best writer of fiction, period. And Runaway is at least as good as her other works, if not her outright best. I’ll let her writing speak for itself: here are some excerpts.
“That is what happens. You put it away for a little while, and now and again you look in the closet for something else and you remember, and you think, soon. Then it becomes something that is just there, in the closet,, and other things get crowded in front of it and on top of it and finally you don’t think about it all.
The thing that was your bright treasure. You don’t think about it. A loss you could not contemplate at one time, and now it becomes something you can barely remember.
That is what happens.”
“That is what happens. You put it away for a little while, and now and again you look in the closet for something else and you remember, and you think, soon. Then it becomes something that is just there, in the closet,, and other things get crowded in front of it and on top of it and finally you don’t think about it all.
The thing that was your bright treasure. You don’t think about it. A loss you could not contemplate at one time, and now it becomes something you can barely remember.
That is what happens.”
