Alice Munro is definitely a farm girl.
Sparingly,
she has sewn her seeds throughout
each story, allowing the reader to develop
the vivid emotions and
scenes in their own mind. At first it was hard to write a reaction
to Munro. I knew I liked her work, yet like was
too ordinary a word to
depict her expertly crafted descriptions
and moods;
“And to tell the truth there was a smell
about Myra,
but it was a rotten-sweetish smell as of bad fruit”
- Day of the Butterfly.
Recording each story in my journal, I widened
my responses and found sense in the most abrupt endings. And so, Munro grew.
