You can read an Alice Munro story anytime you want
This post is just to say that you can read an Alice Munro story anytime you want. Even right now! A few possibilities:
- The New Yorker: Do you have free articles left at The New Yorker? Use one. Do you have a subscription? Even better, binge away – there are 61 stories dating back to 1977. Are you at your limit for free articles? I’m sure you know ways around that. For instance, I found out that you can borrow issues in Libby. If you don’t know where to start, here’s a guide to some of her stories available online.
- The library: Your library system probably has many Munro books, available right now, for free. Sixty-five in Edmonton, some with immediate ebook and audio access. There are, in addition to the major collections: book club kits, translations (in Chinese, Korean, Polish, French, and Spanish), early works, biographies, books for which Munro wrote a foreword, and books for which she acted as editor.
- The bookstore: Dozens of Munro books are in stock at my local chain bookstore, and while she’s not on hand at Glass, I know they’d order her in. If you order a newer edition, be aware that Penguin Canada has, for some reason, updated the cover art on a few of her books recently. I think they look kind of gross.
- Other: You could, of course, start a paid ebook or audiobook at any time. And you’d be hard pressed to find a used bookstore in Canada without a few of her books kicking around. Even outside Canada, I’ll bet you have pretty good access to a recent-ish Nobel winner.
That was a long preamble just to say that you could read a Munro story at any time. I’ve been thinking about this since reading her 2001 collection Hateship, Friendship, Loveship, Courtship, Marriage. I was feeling sappy about such a profound and entertaining reading experience, partly because I could have read it anytime in the past twenty years, but I put off till now. So I just want you to know, you don’t have to wait.
I don’t say this in a “life is short, read good books” kind of a way (though you probably should). Or in a “read her stories to develop empathy” kind of way (though if anyone’s writing can help with this, it’s hers). And definitely not in a “put your phone down and read for *self care*” kind of way (though again… perhaps…)
But more in a, “isn’t it amazing that you can?” kind of way. In a moment, on a whim, for free, you can be reading a story by arguably the world’s greatest living writer.
The closest approximation of the feeling I’m trying to convey is probably this iconic meme from Da Sharezone. I’m not saying you have to, but I think it’s important to know that you can. You can leave! Or you can read Munro.
Let’s also have a moment of appreciation for an author who did, indeed, “hit da bricks” (she hasn’t published much, if anything, since her Nobel win in 2013) rather than limp on, gathering up awards and distributing hot takes. I don’t know what Munro would post on Twitter, and given the proclivities of some of her contemporaries, I don’t want to know.
I loved this post. Especially the picture at the end – it’s a perfect reminder for me. I need to read more Alice Munro, I really do. And that new Munro cover from penguin? I agree with your gross label, and raise you to “puzzlingly inappropriate”.
I figured this was a pretty niche post, so I’m glad it found its target market 😄 I hate the new font so much!!
I’m all for niche posts
Funny you should say that … there’s a Munro story in an anthology on mothers and daughters that I’m reading now. I looked at the first line and thought it was familiar, then looked at the copyright info and saw it was selected from Lives of Girls and Women, which is still the only Munro book I’ve read (despite owning three more of hers). So I gave myself a free pass to skip it this time around 😉
Love this. It really *is* amazing that you can read her anytime anywhere! And a nice reminder that I haven’t read her in a while…
I think ‘Walker Brothers Cowboy’ is the only one of hers I’ve read. I loved it of course and this reminds me I need to read more.