I have just read something beautiful. It is tempting to feel self-conscious about writing about writing that I love. But then that would be a betrayal of the opportunity offered by Alice Munro's, Away From Her. I don't know how she did it. The characters in these nine short stories grow and connect and remember. I like being human more for having met them, and I have a greater faith in my own resilience. Why would I choose timidity when they prod me to better inhabit my own skin?
No comments:
Post a Comment