How Canada Lost Our Munro
Alice Munro looms large over the lives of middle-class women in Canada. Here, good mothers give her short-story collections to their daughters. Wise and knowing aunts leave them behind at the family cottage. Her works are taught to us in schools. The spines of her books are the wallpaper of a certain kind of well-appointed Canadian home—the type with an assortment of mismatched hand-painted mugs, mostly with fish on them, clustered near the sink. For many of us, it was as if the Nobel Prize-winning author wrote the diaries we never managed to keep.
All of which is to say, the news that Munro had been complicit in her husband’s sexual abuse of one of her daughters broke hard on these shores.… Seguir leyendo »