"Both overassertion and hand-waving seem to be sidesteps around saying something. Like that formal wall: Is it guarding ...
I touch down at Marco Polo on Wednesday afternoon, one among the many who have come for the preopening days of the Venice ...
I had a very busy body in the hospital and, like an incapacitated president, could merely observe as its executive functions ...
The notebooks were where Munro tinkered and experimented, made detours and sudden revisions—where she surveyed the whole ...
Over the next century, as other women’s residences closed one by one, the Webster stood tall on West Thirty-Fourth, a ...
Anne Elliot is twenty-seven. When I was thirty, sitting with a friend in a noisy West Village bar, she said, I like ...
I wasn’t even sure I could name three rivers, let alone rank them, until Ruthie started rattling off her favorites. For most of dinner she had kept her twelve-year-old head buried in a stack of ...
To coax pale horses from the edge of a wet, blue field.
I reread “Family Furnishings” this morning because it is one of my favorite stories and because I will be discussing it soon with my students and because Alice Munro, possibly the greatest short-story ...