The joys of repetition
“Children Katy's age had no problem with monotony. In fact they embraced it, diving into it and wrapping the familiar words round their tongues as if they were a candy that could last forever.”
Alice Munro (1931-2024)
“My stories have gotten around quite remarkably for short stories,” she told the interviewer. “I would really hope that this would make people see the short story as an important art, not something you play around with until you got a novel written.”
“Whatever people did then”
From Alice Munro’s The Progress of Love.
“Him’s”
From Alice Munro’s The Progress of Love.
“Emptiness, rumor, and absurdity”
From Alice Munro’s The Progress of Love.
“Mr. X and Mr. B”
Life in a business college, from Alice Munro’s “The Moon in the Orange Street Skating Rink.”
“The evening lunch”
Life in a boarding house, from Alice Munro’s “The Moon in the Orange Street Skating Rink.”
“Noisy and shiny”
From Alice Munro’s “The Progress of Love.”
At the Manor
From an Alice Munro story.
“A radiance behind it”
From an Alice Munro story.
“A private queer feeling”
From an Alice Munro story.
“Henry Ford?”
From an Alice Munro story.
“That is what happens”
From an Alice Munro story.
One Alice Munro sentence
Nine of its fourteen words form prepositional phrases, but the sentence moves as quickly as the truck, or the air.