Alice Munro in the words of Jonathan Franzen
February 26, 2014 § Leave a comment
This is not a golfer on a practice tee. This is a gymnast in a plain black leotard, alone on a bare floor, outperforming all the novelists with their flashy costumes and whips and elephants and tigers.
— from essay What Makes You So Sure You’re Not The Evil One Yourself? on the short story writer Alice Munro
“The complexity of things–the things within things–just seem to be endless,” Munro told her interviewer.