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. NOBEL LETTERATURA 2013
born Alice Ann Laidlaw
10 luglio 1931
Wingham - Ontario
I’m amazed and very grateful
I knew I was in the running . yes . but I never thought I would win .
I’m particularly glad that winning this award will please so many
Canadians . I’m happy too that this will bring more attention to
the complexity of things -
the things within things
- just seems to be endless
I mean nothing is easy
nothing is simple
Avevo troppo sangue di mio padre nelle vene
Per lui non era ammissibile l’esistenza di gente più o meno umile. Era
rigorosamente egualitario ben attento a non piagnucolare
- come diceva - davanti a nessuno
- a non inchinarsi né darsi arie con chicchessia
- a comportarsi come se le differenze non esistessero.
Quando cominci veramente a lasciar perdere, succede così.
Ti parte dentro una fitta di dolore segreta, inaspettata. E subito dopo,
un senso di leggerezza.
They were all in their early thirties. An age at which it is sometimes
hard to admit that what you are living is your life.
c’è un limite alla quantità di sofferenze e di scombussolamento
che si è disposti a sopportare in nome dell’amore - come c’è un limite
al disordine che siamo disposti a ignorare in una casa. Non si può
conoscere in anticipo ma quando lo raggiungi te ne accorgi. Ne sono
There is a limit to the amount of misery and
disarray you will put up with, for love, just as there is a limit to the
amount of mess you can stand around a house. You can't know the limit
beforehand, but you will know when you've reached it. I believe this.
bardon - autobus n. 144 - le lune di giove/the
moons of jupiter - 1982
RACCONTO BREVE CONTEMPORANEO
. leggere Alice Munro è imparare ogni volta qualcosa cui non si
era mai pensato prima
motivazioni della giuria del Nobel
13MA DONNA A RICEVERE IL NOBEL DAL 1901
Il premio Nobel per la Letteratura Alice Munro è di salute troppo
per andare a ritirare di persona il riconoscimento a Stoccolma a
lo ha annunciato il segretario dell'Accademia svedese.
her daughter Jenny will come to Stockholm to receive the NobelPrize .
Nobel Lecture - In her Own Words
The Nobel Lecture in Literature this year will be replaced by a
pre-recorded video conversation with the Laureate
Alice Munro In her own words
at the Swedish Academy in Stockholm . Alice Munro will
not be attending .
The lecture will be webcast live at Nobelprize.org
I made stories up all the time, I had a long walk to school, and during
that walk I would generally make up stories. As I got older the stories
would be more and more about myself, as a heroine in some situation or
other, and it didn’t bother me that the stories were not going to be
published to the world immediately, and I don’t know if I even thought
about other people 2 knowing them or reading them. It was about the
story itself, generally a very satisfying story from my point of view,
with the general idea of the little mermaid’s bravery, that she was
clever, that she was in general able to make a better world, because she
would jump in there,
and have magic powers and things like that.
laureate in literature and the first Canadian-based writer to secure
the honour. She also becomes only the 13th woman to receive the
82 yrs old
- is awarded the 2013 Nobel
the contemporary story" .
Munro is acclaimed for her finely tuned
storytelling which is characterized by
clarity and psychological
realism. Some critics consider her a
Canadian Chekhov '
fb/nobelprize - cnn
"Non abbiamo potuto comunicare con lei . le
abbiamo lasciato un messaggio telefonico"
la notizia della vittoria . Qui siamo nel bel mezzo della notte e
mi ero naturalmente dimenticata di questa cosa ma
è meraviglioso .
alice munro è riservata e rifugge i
"Maestra del racconto breve
contemporaneo" la motivazione dell'accademia svedese.
"Cominciai a scrivere racconti perché
non avevo tempo di scrivere nient'altro, avevo tre bambine".
started writing them because I didn't have time to write anything
else - I had three children
I got used to writing stories, so I saw my material that way
and now I
don't think I'll ever write a novel
cominciai a scrivere racconti perché non avevo tempo di scrivere
nient'altro, avevo tre bambine da crescere
sono abituata a scrivere racconti ed è così che vedo il mio lavoro.
non penso che scriverò mai un romanzo
It just seems impossible.
It seems just so splendid a thing to happen, I can’t describe it, it’s
more than I can say .
I would really hope this would make people see the short story as an
important art, not just something you played around with until you
got a novel.
Ms. Munro revolutionized the architecture of
short stories, often beginning a story in an unexpected place and
then moving backward or forward in time. She brought a modesty and
subtle wit to her work that her admirers often traced to her
background growing up in rural Canada. She said she fell into
writing short stories, the form that would make her famous, somewhat
julie bosman - nytimes.com - 2013
lasciato perdere - tutto qui - è incredibile come sia facile
che quando un uomo esce da una stanza
lascia tutto lì dentro …
Mentre una donna porta con sè
tutto quello che dentro quella stanza è accaduto .
non è qualcosa
che facciamo ma qualcosa che senza saperlo abbiamo dentro di noi
chi ti credi di essere?
to my life occurred to me one
evening while I was ironing a shirt -
It was simple but audacious
went into the living room where my husband was watching television
and I said, 'I think I ought to have an office' .
I was at
aware that it sounded like a finicky requirement, a piece of
rare self-indulgence. To write, as everyone knows, you need a
typewriter, or at least a pencil, some paper, a table and
chair; I have all these things in a corner of my bedroom.
But now I want an office as well .
contained for me all possibilities of fierceness and sweetness pride and
submissiveness, violence, self-containment. I never
saw more in it than I had when I saw it first, because I saw
The whole thing in him that I was going to
love, and never catch or explain .
SEEMED TO ME
THAT WINTER WAS THE
TIME FOR LOVE, NOT SPRING. IN WINTER THE HABITABLE WORLD WAS SO MUCH
CONTRACTED; OUT OF THAT LITTLE SHUT-IN SPACE WE LIVED IN, FANTASTIC
HOPES MIGHT BLOOM. BUT SPRING REVEALED THE ORDINARY GEOGRAPHY OF THE
PLACE; THE LONG, BROWN ROADS, THE OLD CRACKED SIDEWALKS UNDERFOOT,
ALL THE TREE BRANCHES BROKEN OFF IN WINTER STORMS, THAT HAD TO BE
CLEARED OUT OF THE YARDS. SPRING REVEALED DISTANCES, EXACTLY AS THEY
WERE.lives of girls and women .
IT WAS THIS WAY
THEY ALWAYS CARRIED THE FEED TO THE HORSES, PAIL BY PAIL. IN THE
WINTER, WHEN THE HORSES WERE IN THE STALLS. SO MY FATHER TOOK THE
NOTION TO CARRY IT TO THEM IN THE WHEELBARROW. NATURALLY IT WAS A
LOT QUICKER. BUT HE GOT BEAT. FOR LAZINESS. THAT WAS THE WAY THEY
WERE, YOU KNOW. ANY CHANGE OF ANY KIND WAS A BAD THING. EFFICIENCY
WAS JUST LAZINESS, TO THEM. THAT'S THE PEASANT THINKING FOR YOU.
Now I no longer believe
that people's secrets
are defined and communicable, or their feelings full-blown and easy
to recognize .
chaddeleys and flemings -
the stone in the field
THE UNHAPPIEST MOMENT
I COULD NEVER TELL YOU. ALL OUR FIGHTS BLEND INTO EACH OTHER AND ARE
IN FACT RE-ENACTMENTS OF THE SAME FIGHT, IN WHICH WE PUNISH EACH
OTHER―I WITH WORDS, HUGH WITH SILENCE―FOR BEING EACH OTHER. WE NEVER
NEEDED ANY MORE THAN THAT.
something i've been meaning to tell you
THAT IT WAS ONLY AT THE MOMENT
WHEN I DECIDED TO COME BACK, WHEN I GAVE UP THE FIGHT AGAINST MY
MOTHER (WHICH MUST HAVE BEEN A FIGHT FOR SOMETHING LIKE HER TOTAL
SURRENDER) AND WHEN IN FACT I CHOSE SURVIVAL OVER VICTORY (DEATH
WOULD HAVE BEEN VICTORY), THAT I TOOK ON MY FEMALE NATURE.
my mother's dream
HO PENSATO ALLA VITA DI MAMMA
ALMENO ALLA PARTE CHE CONOSCEVO. TUTTI I
GIORNI AL LAVORO, PRENDENDO PRIMA IL TRAGHETTO E POI L’AUTOBUS. LA
SPESA AL VECCHIO RED-AND-WHITE, E POI AL NUOVO SAFEWAY – NUOVO SI FA
PER DIRE, AVEVA QUINDICI ANNI, ORMAI! UNA SCAPPATA SETTIMANALE ALLA
BIBLIOTECA LA SERA, CON ME APPRESSO, PER POI TORNARE A CASA IN
AUTOBUS INSIEME, CON IL NOSTRO CARICO DI LIBRI E UN SACCHETTO D’UVA
COMPRATA DAL CINESE, PER FARCI UN REGALO. E I MERCOLEDÍ POMERIGGIO
QUANDO AVEVO I BAMBINI PICCOLI E ANDAVO DA LEI A PRENDERE IL CAFFÈ E
LEI ROLLAVA SIGARETTE PER TUTTE E DUE CON QUELL’AGGEGGIO CHE AVEVA.
E HO PENSATO, QUESTE COSE NON SEMBRANO TANTO LA VITA MENTRE LE FAI,
SONO SEMPLICEMENTE LE COSE CHE FAI, IL MODO IN CUI RIEMPI LE
GIORNATE, E INTANTO CONTINUI A RIPETERTI CHE PRIMA O POI SI APRIRÀ
UNA BRECCIA E A QUEL PUNTO, SOLO A QUEL PUNTO, TI RITROVERAI NELLA
VITA VERA. NON È NEMMENO CHE TU NON VEDA L’ORA CHE SUCCEDA, LA
BRECCIA INTENDO, TI VA ABBASTANZA BENE COSÍ COM’È, MA DI SICURO TE
L’ASPETTI. E TUTTO A UN TRATTO STAI MORENDO, MAMMA STA MORENDO, E CI
SONO SEMPRE LE STESSE SEDIE DI PLASTICA E LE STESSE PIANTE DI
PLASTICA E LA STESSA GIORNATA QUALSIASI FUORI CON LA GENTE CHE VA A
FARE LA SPESA E QUELLO CHE HAI FATTO FIN QUI È TUTTO IL TUO AVERE, E
ANDARE IN BIBLIOTECA, UNA SEMPLICE COSA DEL GENERE, E TORNARE CON
L’AUTOBUS SU PER LA SALITA CON I LIBRI E IL SACCHETTO DELL’UVA
SEMBRA, DIO MIO, TALMENTE DESIDERABILE CHE TI SI SCHIANTA IL CUORE
TANTO VORRESTI TORNARE AD AVERLO.
perdono in famiglia - da una cosa che volevo
dirti da un po’
ISN'T IT TRUE
THAT ALL THE PEOPLE I KNOW IN THE WORLD SO FAR ARE
HARDLY MORE THAN PUPPETS FOR ME, SERVING THE GLOSSY
CONTRIVINGS OF MY IMAGINATION ?
the progress of love
they are having a 'great row': A fight like this was
stunning, revealing not just how much he was on the lookout for
enemies, but how she too was unable to abandon argument which
escalated into rage. Neither of them would back off, they held
bitterly to principles.
hateship courtship loveship marriage - stories - fb/am - 2017
HOW YOU LOVE
THIS PLACE - HE SAYS TO ME, APOLOGETICALLY YET WITH SATISFACTION.
AND I DON'T TELL HIM THAT I AM NOT SURE NOW WHETHER I LOVE ANY PLACE,
AND THAT IT SEEMS TO ME IT WAS MYSELF I LOVED HERE - SOME SELF THAT
I HAVE FINISHED WITH, AND NONE TOO SOON.
the view from castel rock
Hatred is always a sin, my mother told me.
One drop of hatred in your soul will spread
and discolo everything like a drop of black ink in white milk.
i was struck by that and meant to try it, but I knew I should'nt
waste the milk.
L’odio è sempre un peccato, mi diceva
mia madre. Tienilo a mente. Una sola
goccia d’odio nell’anima si può diffondere e macchiare
tutto il resto come una goccia d’inchiostro nel latte.
L’immagine mi colpì e avrei voluto fare la prova,
ma sapevo di non dover sprecare il latte.
vintage munro - nobel prize edition
IN THEIR LIVES SURPRISED THEM, AND THEY
WOULD JOKE ABOUT IT.
BELONGED TO MERIEL’S
GRANDMOTHER’S GENERATION, RATHER THAN HER MOTHER’S. SHE HAD BEEN
MERIEL’S MOTHER’S ART TEACHER AT SCHOOL, FIRST AN INSPIRATION, THEN
AN ALLY, THEN A FRIEND. SHE HAD PAINTED LARGE ABSTRACT PICTURES, ONE
OF WHICH—A PRESENT TO MERIEL’S MOTHER—HAD HUNG IN THE BACK HALL OF
THE HOUSE WHERE MERIEL GREW UP AND BEEN MOVED TO THE DINING ROOM
WHENEVER THE ARTIST CAME TO VISIT.
SHE COULD NOT PUT UP WITH THIS ANY LONGER.
“TAKE ME SOMEWHERE
ELSE,” SHE SAID.
HE LOOKED HER IN THE FACE. HE SAID, “YES.”
THERE ON THE SIDEWALK IN THE WORLD’S VIEW. KISSING LIKE MAD.
remembered - 2001 AM/newyorker.com
YOU DON'T IMPRESS
ME AT ALL, SHE SAID. EVERYTHING YOU SAY IS BORING AND
INCOMPREHENSIBLE, BUT THAT ALONE DOESN'T MAKE IT TRUE.
description of a struggle - 1912
letters from publishers addressed to author Alice Munro
recently found in the Harry Ransom Center
fb/am - 2013
O. Henry Prize
fb/am - 2016
al punto in cui la gratitudine non rappresentava più un peso, ma un
sentimento spontaneo, specie quando nessuno la pretendeva .
Alice Munro privilegia, pressoché
esclusivamente, la forma del racconto e riserva un'attenzione
particolare all'universo femminile. I suoi racconti sono ambientati
nella realtà canadese moderna o descrivono vicende recuperate dalla
memoria dei suoi personaggi. È importante, nella sua narrativa, la
componente autobiografica. Il mondo descritto dalla Munro è, per lo più,
quello di una piccola società gretta e arretrata, situata in una regione
rurale dell'Ontario occidentale, con qualche incursione nelle più
moderne e vivide realtà urbane di Vancouver o di Toronto.
La scrittura si contraddistingue per affilata secchezza, assenza di
retorica, raffinata tecnica dialogica che mette in evidenza una
straordinaria empatia coi personaggi, nonché la capacità di descrivere
in modo catturante e geniale i sentimenti e le esperienze più intime e
segrete. Ciò che affascina l'autrice è la «complessità delle cose:
niente è facile, niente è semplice». E infatti il mondo che fa da sfondo
alle sue storie è pieno di insidie e di minacce, talora crudele e
violento: spesso i suoi racconti non descrivono le vicende di successo
dei suoi personaggi, bensì le amarezze, i momenti di azione fatale, le
fratture irrevocabili, le minime e inaspettate pieghe del dramma.
- lafeltrinelli.it -
La Munro dichiarò di avere scritto solo racconti perché aveva tre figlie
a cui badare e poco tempo per scrivere un romanzo. Questa dicotomia tra
romanzo e racconto lei l’affronta così, con l’ironia che merita questa
contrapposizione, fino a imporla a una questione di sguardo, tecnica e
rossella milone - ilfattoquotidiano.it - 2014
L'idea strana e terrificante
che le si andava chiarendo riguardo al suo mondo futuro, mentre cercava
di immaginarlo, era che lei in quel mondo non sarebbe esistita. Vi si
sarebbe soltanto mossa, avrebbe aperto la bocca e parlato, facendo ora
questo ora quello.
Ma non sarebbe stata davvero presente.
E la cosa ancora
piú strana era che lei stava facendo tutto quanto, viaggiando a bordo di
questo autobus, proprio nella speranza di ritrovare se stessa.
Nella speranza - per usare parole che avrebbe potuto pronunciare Mrs
Jamieson, e anche lei poco fa, con grande soddisfazione - di prendere in
mano le redini della sua vita.
Senza nessuno che le alitasse sul collo, senza che i malumori degli
altri la contagiassero di infelicità.
LA SCRITTURA MOSTRI COME SONO COMPLICATE LE COSE E SORPRENDENTI. VOGLIO
EMOZIONARE I LETTORI MA SENZA TRUCCHI. VOGLIO CHE PENSINO SÌ, QUELLA È
VITA. PERCHÉ È LA REAZIONE CHE HO IO DI FRONTE ALLA SCRITTURA CHE AMMIRO
DI PIÙ. UNA SORTA DI MERAVIGLIOSO SBALORDIMENTO.
Eppure quelle poche ore
le procuravano la certezza che l’esistenza a cui faceva ritorno,
precaria e insoddisfacente come appariva, fosse provvisoria e dunque
il dolore . Juliet
ha la sensazione che le rovescino dentro un sacco di cemento a presa
rapida . Quasi non riesce a muoversi .
Salire sull’autobus, scendere, percorrere il mezzo isolato fino a casa
(ma perché adesso abita qui?) è come scalare uno scoglio a strapiombo .
BUT THIS WAS THE THING THAT HAD NOT HAPPENED
IN MAURY’S CAR, OR OUT ON THE GRASS UNDER THE
STARS, SHE WAS WILLING. AND MAURY WAS READY, BUT NOT WILLING. HE FELT
THAT IT WAS HIS RESPONSIBILITY TO PROTECT HER. AND THE EASE WITH WHICH
SHE OFFERED HERSELF THREW HIM OFF BALANCE. HE SENSED, PERHAPS, THAT IT
WAS COLD—A DELIBERATE OFFERING THAT HE COULD NOT UNDERSTAND AND THAT DID
NOT FIT IN AT ALL WITH HIS NOTIONS OF HER. SHE HERSELF DID NOT REALIZE
HOW COLD SHE WAS—SHE BELIEVED THAT HER SHOW OF EAGERNESS WOULD LEAD TO
THE PLEASURES SHE KNEW ABOUT, IN SOLITUDE AND IN HER IMAGINATION, AND
SHE FELT THAT IT WAS UP TO MAURY TO TAKE OVER. WHICH HE WOULD NOT DO.
- in fuga
I suoi racconti indagano le relazioni umane
analizzate attraverso la lente della vita quotidiana. Sebbene la maggior
parte delle sue storie sia ambientata nel Southwestern Ontario, la sua
fama come scrittrice di racconti e' internazionale, e' considerata uno
dei maggiori scrittori di racconti vivente.
Alice Munro e' nata nella citta' di Wingham, Ontario in una famiglia di
allevatori e agricoltori. Comincio' a scrivere da adolescente e
pubblico' la sua prima novella, The Dimensions of a Shadow, mentre era
studentessa all'University of Western Ontario nel 1950. Durante questo
periodo lavoro' come cameriera, raccoglitrice di tabacco e impiegata di
Nel 1951, abbandono' l'universita' per sposare James Munro e trasferirsi
a Vancouver, British Columbia. Nel 1963 i Munro si trasferirono a
Victoria dove aprirono "Munro's Books".
agi - 2013
– Sono contenta di vederti,
– disse, tirandogli i lobi delle orecchie.
– Per quanto ne sapevo potevi essere semplicemente sparito, – disse. –
Potevi essere montato in macchina senza un pensiero al mondo e avermi
lasciata qui. Abbandonata.
Lui appoggio la faccia ai capelli bianchi di lei, alla cute rosa, alla
dolce curva del cranio. – Mai e poi mai, – disse.
Si coricarono senza
rivolgersi la parola, si separarono senza parlare il mattino dopo, e nel
corso della giornata furono sopraffatti dallo spavento; lei ebbe paura
che lui non tornasse a casa e lui di tornare e di non trovarla.
La sorte invece fu
Si incontrarono nel tardo
pomeriggio, pallidi di pentimento, tremanti d’amore come chi, scampato
per un pelo al terremoto, vaghi senza meta in preda a una confusione
Quella non fu l’ultima
Cercò di metterci una pietra
sopra ma quella si rifiutava di far da coperchio al passato.
Ma ormai sapeva che nella vita viene il momento in cui brutto e bello
svolgono più o meno la stessa funzione, quando tutto ciò che guardi
altro non è che un gancio a cui appendere le sensazioni scomposte del
corpo, e i brandelli della mente.
notato che quando qualcuno dice che gli dispiace dire qualcosa in realtà
non vede l’ora di dirla ?
nemico, amico, amante …
Nove racconti; nove caroselli sul
ritornello delle parole “nemico, amico, spasimante, amante, sposo” che
sviscerano, spiegano, tratteggiano e alludono alle relazioni d’amore.
Nove finestre sul quotidiano, su matrimoni difficili, relazioni infelici
e malattie che minano anche il rapporto più saldo. Dalla cameriera che
crede di essere amata dal padre della ragazzina a cui fa da governante,
al marito che vede la propria moglie scivolare via per una malattia
mentale, al ricordo del primo lancinante amore d’infanzia, tutti i
personaggi offrono la visuale sull’amore “ordinario”, su quanto di
eccezionale si può trovare in una normale e apparentemente noiosa vita.
aoife - criticaletteraria.or - 2013
Munro's writing creates...
an empathetic union among readers, critics
most apparent among them. We are drawn to her writing by its
verisimilitude – not of mimesis, so-called and... 'realism' – but rather
the feeling of being itself ... of just being a
robert thacker -
She often gets things that
people don’t write about.
There’s a story in her last collection about a young child whose mother
is having another baby. Her mother hires extra help, a young woman who
is already up and out in the world. I think almost every girl has had
somebody like that in her life at some point, but nobody writes about
that. Alice writes about the smaller parts of growing up, or marriage,
or you’re leaving somebody, and she does it so well that it is
ann close -
ms. munro’s editor
at alfred a. knopf since the late 1970s - blogs.wsj.com
Alice Munro's short stories are revelatory in nature - She writes about the quotidian in our lives,
enhanced by her subtle wit, and her deep perception of hidden desires.
artistic directors susan harloe and joanne winter - isabel bader
broadwayworld.com - 2015
- 10 luglio 1931
Wingham - Ontario
FAMOSA PER racconti ispirati alla vita nelle campagne
The Dimensions of a Shadow 1950 -
ERA STUDENTESSA UNIVERSITARIA.
tra i numerosi riconoscimenti
volte Canada's Governor General's Award
Man Booker International Prize 2009
Non ho alcun talento
non sono un'intellettuale e come casalinga me la cavo piuttosto male.
quindi nulla può disturbare la mia attività aveva detto di
sè stessa qualche anno fa.
quando ho letto "La sirenetta"
di Andersen che ha un finale molto triste sono
uscita di casa e ho cominciato a camminare in tondo senza fermarmi.
Cercavo di inventare un finale felice
tmnews.it - 2013
Non riuscivo a introdurre dei personaggi in una
stanza senza descrivere tutti i mobili. Hemingway insegnava a non
descrivere mai i personaggi. So tutto di quella regola. Ma tiro dritto.
Born in 1931
in the southwestern Ontario farming community of Wingham, Munro later
moved to Victoria, B.C., with her first husband, with whom she had three
The couple eventually divorced and Munro moved back to Ontario. She
eventually remarried, to Gerald Fremlin.
Munro is beloved by readers around the
world for her striking portraits of women living in small-town Ontario.
Her first collection of
short stories, Dance of the Happy Shades (1968), won the Governor
General’s Literary Award as did her 1978 collection Who Do You Think You
She has won a slew of other
awards, including two Giller prizes (in
1998 for The Love of a Good Woman and in 2004 for Runaway).
In 2009, when she won the prestigious Man Booker International Prize
honouring her body of work, prize judge chair Jane Smiley noted that
“the surface of Alice Munro’s works, its simplicity and quiet appearance,
is a deceptive thing, that beneath that surface is a store of insight, a
body of observation and a world of wisdom that is close to addictive.”
Munro’s most recent works include the 2009 short story collection
entitled Too Much Happiness, which was nominated for the Governor
General’s Literary Award and a Writers’ Trust Award, and 2012’s Dear
Fellow short story writer
Cynthia Ozick has called Munro “our
The American novelist Jonathan Franzen has said she is the
“remote provider of intensely pleasurable private experiences.”
He has also said: “This is
not a golfer on a practice tee. This is a gymnast in a plain black
leotard, alone on a bare floor, outperforming all the novelists with
their flashy costumes and whips and elephants and tigers.”
Munro has described what she aims for this way:
“I want to tell a story, in the old-fashioned way
— what happens to somebody — but I want that ‘what happens’ to be
delivered with quite a bit of interruption, turnarounds, and strangeness.
I want the reader to feel something is astonishing — not the ‘what
happens’ but the way everything happens. These long short story fictions
do that best, for me.”
Three years ago, in an interview at Toronto’s International Festival of
Authors, Munro revealed she’d been through a battle with
cancer but did not
Two weeks ago, the
International Festival of Authors announced Munro was the recipient of
their $10,000 Harbourfront Festival Prize. She has been invited to
attend the event’s Tribute to Alice Munro, Nov. 2, but she has not
confirmed her attendance yet, festival director Geoffrey Taylor told the
Toronto Star on Wednesday.
The event, at which her award will be officially presented, includes a “who’s-who”
of the literary community the IFOA says, including writers, colleagues
and family members who will present readings of her work.
Taylor says Munro is “an ambassador (for
Canada) on the world stage.” No matter
what country he travels to for his job, he says, she is one of the few
Canadian authors who is always known. “She’s part of the tapestry of
Canadian writing. I can’t think of a landscape in Canadian literature
without thinking of her.”
When she won the
IFOA prize this year, she said: “I’m
thrilled to be named this year’s winner . . . to be recognized in this
way by (the festival) and to be counted amongst the prize’s accomplished
recipients is truly an honour.”
The announcement of her award from the IFOA came on the heels of Munro,
who is originally from Wingham, Ont. announcing she was giving up
writing (though she has hinted at that before only to publish again).
The Toronto Star review of Dear Life described her stories as
“evocative, so right with life and mood, that they speak broadly across
thestar.com - oct
IL VESTITO ROSSO
CHE CI SI METTE
E' UNA CASA
I want my stories to move people — I don’t
care if they’re men or women or children. I want my stories to be
something about life that causes people not to say, “Oh, isn’t that
the truth,” but to feel some kind of reward from the writing. And
that doesn’t mean that it was to have a happy ending or anything —
but just that everything the story tells moves [you] in such a way
that you feel you’re a different person when you finish.
AM in an interview on
writing and storytelling after winning the 2013 nobel
prize in literature -
fb/am - 2013
Munro revealed earlier this year that her latest
book - Dear Life - 2012
- would be her last.
In an interview she said the novel was "a
little more special in that I'm probably not going to write anymore".
It's nice to
go out with a bang.
that I didn't love writing, but I think you do get to a stage where you
sort of think about your life in a different way.
And perhaps, when you're my age, you don't wish to be alone as much as
a writer has to be. It's like at the wrong end of life, sort of becoming
In 2009, Munro revealed she had been receiving treatment for
cancer. She also had bypass surgery for a heart condition.
Ms. Munro said she continues to
have ideas about stories amid an internal debate over what to do with
' Every day I have mixed messages to myself over
whether I will retire.
I have promised to retire but now and then I get
an idea ' .
she will not allow her works to be published
blogs.wsj.com - 2013
you seem to have a very simple view on things
well, I read
somewhere that you want things to be explained in an easy way
Yes, I do.
But I never think that I want to explain things more easily, that’s just
the way I write.
I think I
write naturally in an easy way, without thinking that this was to be
our reporter - sunnewsonline.com - 2014
DEAR LIFE - USCIRNE VIVI
Di certe cose diciamo che non si possono
perdonare o che non ce le perdoneremo mai. E invece poi lo facciamo, lo
facciamo di continuo.
Scrivere alla vita, scrivere la vita per uscirne vivi . Reggersi forte al
filo del discorso per non lasciarlo andare . Tesserlo ancora una volta
per tornare alla breve essenza del narrare . Chiuderlo, forse, con un
nodo che raggruppa in un finale gli ultimi quattro pezzi di questo
libro, a detta della stessa autrice
autobiografici nel sentire sebbene non, talvolta, interamente nei fatti.
Le prime e le ultime cose - e le più private - che ho da dire sulla mia
einaudi - 2014
SHE WOULD LIVE NOW, NOT READ.
SHE'D LEFT HER CLOTHES HANGING IN THE CLOSET AND
HER HIGH-HEELED SHOES IN THEIR SHOE TREES. HER DIAMOND RING AND HER
WEDDING RING ON THE DRESSER. HER SILK NIGHTDRESSES IN THEIR DRAWER.
dear life - fb/am - 2016
based on the short story
Courtship, Loveship, Marriage
. And now such a
warm commotion, such busy love.
fb/am - 2014
celebration of Short Story Month
Years ago, before the trains stopped running on so
many of the branch lines, a woman with a high, freckled forehead and a
frizz of reddish hair came into the railway station and inquired about
shipping furniture. '
fb/am - 2016
I thought it was a dream. It was
There's a kind of tension that if I'm getting a story right I can feel
right away and I don't feel that when I try to write a novel.
I kind of want a moment that's explosive and I want everything gathered
fb/am - 2014
Perché quel che volevo
era ogni singola cosa, ogni strato di conversazione e pensiero,
pennellata di luce su una corteccia d’albero come su un muro, ogni
odore, ogni buca, dolore, fessura, illusione, tenuti immobili, insieme:
in un’inestinguibile radiosità .
fb/einaudi - la vita segreta delle ragazze e
lei doveva assomigliare a una di quelle donne
non disposte a rassegnarsi a una conversazione
banale e decise di pretenderne invece
una 'autentica ' .
fb/einaudi - i racconti delle donne
A woman goes to her doctor to have a
But the doctor is not there. It's her
day off. In fact the woman has got the day wrong, she has mixed up
Monday with Tuesday.
This is the very thing she wanted to talk to the doctor about, as well
as renewing the prescription. She has wondered if her mind is slipping a
"What a laugh," she has expected the doctor to say. "Your mind. You of
- It isn't that the doctor knows her all that well, but they do have
friends in common. -
in sight of the lake -
fb/am - 2014
People are curious. A few people
will be driven to find things out, even trivial things. They will put
things together, knowing all along that they may be mistaken. You see
them going around with notebooks, scraping the dirt off gravestones,
reading microfilm, just in the hope of seeing this trickle in time,
making a connection, rescuing one thing from the rubbish.
may get it wrong, after all. I may have got it wrong.
friend of my youth -
that when a man goes out of the room, he leaves everything in it behind
... When a woman goes out she carries everything that happened in the
room along with her.
ricordati sempre: quando un uomo
esce da una stanza, si lascia alle spalle tutto quel che c’è dentro. una
donna, invece, si porta appresso tutto quel che c’è avvenuto.
to hear the word 'escape'
used about fiction. She might have argued, not just playfully, that it
was real life that was the escape. But this was too important to argue
What she wants
to do if she can get the time to do it, is not so much to live in
the past as to open it up and get one good look at it
there are a few places, or
maybe only the one place, where something happened, and then there are
all the other places .
She was learning
quite late, what many people around her appeared to
have known since childhood — that life can be perfectly satisfying
without major achievements
too much happiness 2009 -
Pedro Almodóvar on the Challenges of
Adapting Alice Munro for Julieta
I read them like ten years ago. At that point, I
was a follower of Munro’s writing,” Almodóvar explained, and was
interested in how, “in this specific collection, Runaway, the three
stories were part of this collection, but for the first time, it was the
same protagonist, Juliet. And I was really
Things will happen in your life - things will
probably happen in your life - that will make this seem minor. Other
things you’ll be able to feel guilty about.
chance - julieta
An ethereal female figure emerges from a pen
… the Royal Canadian Mint's Alice
her face is going to appear on a five-dollar
theguardian.com - 2014
a tutti i premi nobel viene
chiesto di autografare una sedia nel ristorante del museo.
La sua firma e quelle di oltre 200 premiati si
possono vedere al Bistro Nobel.
foto staffan windrup
fb/am - 2014
Canada Post released a stamp honouring author Alice Munro on 83rd
j.r.kennedy - globalnews.ca
munro's bench - 2018
collaborative initiative between
the Municipality of Central Huron
the Central Huron BIA
and Libro Credit Union
HAVEN WAS THE WORD . A
WOMAN'S MOST IMPORTANT JOB IS MAKING A HAVEN FOR HER MAN .
ALL THIS HAPPENED IN THE SEVENTIES,
THOUGH IN THAT TOWN AND OTHER SMALL TOWNS
LIKE IT THE SEVENTIES WERE NOT AS WE PICTURE THEM NOW, OR AS I HAD KNOWN
THEM EVEN IN VANCOUVER. THE BOYS’ HAIR WAS LONGER THAN IT
HAD BEEN, BUT NOT STRAGGLING DOWN THEIR BACKS, AND THERE DIDN’T SEEM TO
BE AN UNUSUAL AMOUNT OF LIBERATION AND DEFIANCE IN THE AIR .
You would think as you get older
your mind would fill up with what they call
the spiritual side of things, but mine just seems to get more and more
practical, trying to get something settled.
You cannot let your
parents anywhere near your real humiliations.
- outsiders -
He seemed happy
She thought that she seldom concerned herself
about Laurence’s being happy. She wanted him to be in a good mood, so
that everything would go smoothly, but that was not the same thing.
the progress of love
A MAN CAME
ALONG AND FELL IN LOVE WITH DORRIE BECK. AT LEAST, HE WANTED TO
MARRY HER. IT WAS TRUE. IF HER BROTHER WAS ALIVE, SHE
WOULD NEVER HAVE NEEDED TO GET MARRIED, MILLICENT SAID. WHAT DID SHE
MEAN ? NOT SOMETHING SHAMEFUL .
WHO WAS SHREWD AND PRACTICAL IN SOME WAYS, WAS STUBBORNLY SENTIMENTAL IN
OTHERS . SHE BELIEVED ALWAYS IN THE SWEETNESS OF AFFECTION THAT
ELIMINATED SEX .
IF I DECIDED
TO SEND THIS TO YOU, WHERE WOULD I SEND IT ? WHEN
I THINK OF WRITING THE WHOLE ADDRESS ON THE ENVELOPE I AM PARALYZED.
IT’S TOO PAINFUL TO THINK OF YOU IN THE SAME PLACE WITH YOUR LIFE GOING
ON IN THE SAME WAY, MINUS ME. AND TO THINK OF YOU NOT THERE, YOU
SOMEWHERE ELSE BUT I DON’T KNOW WHERE THAT IS, IS WORSE .
wedding stories -
real life 1992
PEOPLE ARE CURIOUS
A FEW PEOPLE ARE … THEY WILL PUT THINGS
TOGETHER, KNOWING ALL ALONG THAT THEY MAY BE MISTAKEN. YOU SEE THEM
GOING AROUND WITH NOTEBOOKS, SCRAPING THE DIRT OFF GRAVESTONES, READING
MICROFILM, JUST IN THE HOPE OF SEEING THIS TRICKLE IN TIME, MAKING A
CONNECTION, RESCUING ONE THING FROM THE RUBBISH .
friend of my youth
THERE IS IN PEOPLE'S SOULS ... EVEN WHEN THEY WERE BEING KIND -
ESPECIALLY WHEN THEY WERE BEING KIND.
the love of a good
DO IF SHE CAN GET THE TIME TO DO IT, IS NOT SO MUCH TO LIVE IN THE PAST
AS TO OPEN IT UP AND GET ONE GOOD LOOK AT IT.
I NEVER CAN SEE FURTHER
THAN THE NOVEL I'M WORKING ON .
I want the reader to feel something is astonishing.
Not the 'what happens' but the way
everything happens. These long short
story fictions do that best, for me.
’I know I’ve got far too much stuff in here’
- she said. ‘But
it’s my parents’ stuff. It’s family
furnishings and I couldn’t let them go.’
People open shops in order to sell things, they hope to become busy so
that they will have to enlarge the shop, then to sell more things, and
grow rich, and eventually not have to come into the shop at all. Isn't
But are there other people who open a shop
with the hope of being sheltered there, among such things as they most
value - the yarn or the teacups or the books - and with the idea only of
making a comfortable assertion? They will become a part of the block, a
part of the street, part of everybody's map of the town, and eventually
of everybody's memories. They will sit and drink coffee in the middle of
the morning, they will get out the familiar bits of tinsel at Christmas,
they will wash the windows in spring before spreading out the new stock.
Shops, to these people, are what a cabin in the woods might be to
somebody else - a refuge and a justification.
from the albanian virgin in carried away: a personal selection of
fb/am - 2015
Work your fingers around and get the guts loose. Easy. Easy. Keep your
fingers together. Keep the palm inwards. Feel the ribs with the back of
your hand. Feel the guts fit into your palm. Feel that?
Keep going. Break the strings – as many as you can. Keep going.
Feel a hard lump? That’s the gizzard. Feel a soft lump That’s the heart. O.K. ? O.K.
Get your fingers around the gizzard. Easy. Start
pulling this way. That’s right.
That’s right. Start to pull her out.
the turkey season - included in christmas stories - fb/am -2015
A story is not like a road
to follow …
it's more like a house. You go inside and stay there for a while,
wandering back and forth and settling where you like and discovering how
the room and corridors relate to each other, how the world outside is
altered by being viewed from these windows. And you, the visitor, the
reader, are altered as well by being in this enclosed space, whether it
is ample and easy or full of crooked turns, or sparsely or opulently
furnished. You can go back again and again, and the house, the story,
always contains more than you saw the last time. It also has a sturdy
sense of itself of being built out of its own necessity, not just to
shelter or beguile you.
fb/am - 2015
I'D LIKE TO THINK
THAT THERE ARE LOT OF PERIODS OF HAPPINESS IN THE STORIES. IT'S ALL
MUDDLED UP: HAPPINESS, SADNESS, DEPRESSION, ELATION. AS I SAID,
THE CONSTANT HAPPINESS IS CURIOSITY. I
WOULDN'T SET OUT TO WRITE A STORY THAT I THOUGHT WAS DEPRESSING, BECAUSE
THAT WOULD DEPRESS ME. BUT I NOTICE THAT SOMETIMES OTHER PEOPLE'S
STORIES THAT I LIKE VERY MUCH ARE CRITICIZED AS BEING DEPRESSING.
interview - fb/am - 5.3.2017
spoke like caricatures, it was unBEARable
hateship, friendship, courtship,
HE NEVER WANTED TO BE AWAY FROM
HER. SHE HAD THE SPARK OF LIFE
OVER A YEAR AGO GRANT HAD STARTED NOTICING SO
MANY LITTLE YELLOW NOTES STUCK UP ALL OVER THE HOUSE .
THAT WAS NOT
ENTIRELY NEW . SHE'D ALWAYS WRITTEN THINGS DOWN - THE TITLE OF A BOOK
SHE'D HEARD MENTIONED
ON THE RADIO OR THE JOBS SHE WANTED TO MAKE
SURE SHE DID THAT DAY .
EVEN HER MORNING SCHEDULE WAS WRITTEN DOWN -
HE FOUND IT MYSTIFYING AND TOUCHING IN ITS PRECISION .
the bear came over the mountain - 1999
BECAUSE IF SHE LET GO OF HER GRIEF EVEN FOR A
IT WOULD ONLY HIT HER HARDER WHEN SHE BUMPED INTO IT AGAIN
away from her 2001
Alice Munro is a writer with no pretensions -
Urquhart explains - That is part of the strength of her work. She
doesn’t look away from the dark, but she doesn’t look away from the
light, either. She is not affected by fashion. She has her own world
view. I admire her as a person because she does not change.
I love working with young writers, because their
imaginations have not been tempered with too much experience and too
much received wisdom. -am
canadian Alice Munro Festival - giu 2017 - colin
burrowes - southwesternontario.ca
... I'd like to think that there are lots of
periods of happiness in the stories. It's all muddled up: happiness,
sadness, depression, elation. As I said,
the constant happiness is curiosity.
I wouldn't set out to write a story that I thought was depressing,
because that would depress me.
writers&company - eleanor wachtel