I first read Alice Munro’s work when I cleverly talked my way into a 300 level university english class back in the day. I hadn’t taken english at any level in post-secondary school but I was quite certain that a 100 level class was far below my level of english expertise and was really an insult to my very intelligent english mind. (ha!)
Apparently in my youth I was a) extremely arrogant
b) quite bold as to request such a thing
c) somewhat deluded
I’m going with C. However, I went to the first class, the prof let me in and I was off!
We read a lot of canadian literature in this class and Alice Munro was just one of the authors I remember enjoying so when I saw a collection of her short stories at Costco I decided to pick it up.
I’ve read 3 now and am halfway through the 4th and I’ve learned something about myself. Not because the stories themselves have enlightened me but because of their length. I think I dislike short stories!
I remember watching CSI ( I think that’s what it was) once and completely loving the intricately woven plot of danger and excitement and proclaimed at the end, “I have to watch that next week! I can’t wait to see what happens to her!” It was then that someone wiser than I (that would be my hubby) shattered my world and told me that said girl wouldn’t be on next week. Each week its a new dilemma with new people and new investigations. How horrible, I thought. I need to know more. Where does she go? What happens to her daughter?
I’m finding myself feeling the same way about this collection of short stories. While it’s a nice little peek into the characters worlds it leaves me wanting more. Which, I guess, is a sign of good writing but I find myself coming to the end and feel so unsatisfied. Annoyed, even.
I will continue. There’s only been one book in my life that I started and didn’t finish. So I must carry on. But I don’t think I’ll be purchasing such a collection again any time soon.
What about you? Do you enjoy short stories? Or do you end up annoyed like me?