The Paris Review published an insightful interview for The Art Of Fiction with Alice Munro in 1994, and recently shared it again. She is one of my favorite writers for many reasons (see my review of Too Much Happiness), though most everyone knows her for the unique and skillful way she crafts stories, each time with a twist, each time unexpected.
In one part of the interview she talks about living in a place, a very particular place, which was excruciatingly suffocating because of its inability to allow, or accept, actual, meaningful conversation. Conversation was kept to niceties. The imposition of this kind of culture was so horrible that Munro deemed the experience unwritable. The rest of the article is fascinating as well.
The Paris Review, The Art Of Fiction with Alice Munro
The difficulty in attempting earnest, important discussions despite seemingly inflexible mores is vexing, and is something worth some pondering, though it may, ironically, leave us silent.
Shaking with excitement, nerves, and hope,
- F
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