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READ ê Who Do You Think You Are? Ä ❮Epub❯ ➟ Who Do You Think You Are? Author Alice Munro – Dogsalonbristol.co.uk A new book by Alice Munro is always a major event providing striking proof that a book can be both extremely popular and of the very highest literary uality It is significant that this superb collecti A new Een four years in the making a reflection of the author's determination to select only polished work that is truly excellen. Finally I have entered the world of Munro readers and am delighted to find myself there It's interesting to learn that the transitions of Munro's own life are reflected in Rose's story and the emotional complexities circling round that central issue of 'who do you think you are' with deep uncertainty about self In every story we see this manifested in some way Rose's indecision about marriage the aftermath of that decision misjudged relationships wild exhilaration lasting embarrassmentsIt's often very funny but embarrassment underlies much of the surface humourFlo's admonitions to Rose about being wary of white slavers particularly those dressed as clergymen are followed by a long train journey in which a self professed clergyman sits next to Rose and then is he isn't he touching her leg How can she deal with this Indecision and anguish locked into immobility because she doesn't know how to call him outYears later Flo turns up unannounced to a ceremony where Rose is to receive an award dressed outlandishly crowned with a mad wig and behaving outrageously The wig appears again after Flo's dementia has taken hold and again the scenes are funny but excruciatingThe structure works very well Each piece works as a contained story with the sort of twist at the ending that I associate with Katherine Mansfield It's not a continuous narrative but we see enough shaping moments of Rose's life to have as clear an idea as we can of who she is even if she is not so sure herself Flo appears as a foil a force to be contended with almost a caricature She is the source but also the butt of most of the humour and a significant contributor to the embarrassments in Rose's lifeI'm glad I started with an early workI borrowed this one from a university library and have bought Dear Life which will be the next of hers I read but I'll need a bit of time in between

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A new You Think PDF #8608 book by Alice Munro is always a major event providing striking proof that a book can be both extr. What is it that makes us choose a partner the person with whom we believe we want to spend our life with And how do personal circumstances the expectations of others and the visions we project of the future we think we desire affect such decision making processIf you are a woman and you read this book you will recognize yourself or a previous version of yourself in the young girl who defines the rest of her life based on her uncontrollable need to pleaseIf you are a man and you read this book you will sympathize with the chivalrous young boy whose ideals are betrayed by the mundane uality of realityThey love each other as much as they abhor each other and after half of a life spent waiting for their better versions to appear and mend what can't be mended truth sinks in and shatters any romanticized idea you might have about marriage Munro's prose is as sharp as a knife but her words caress your scarred wounds in ways you would never have anticipated Do read her and wake up from your slumber if you dare

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Who Do You Think You AreEmely popular and of the very highest literary uality It is significant that this superb collection of linked stories has b. In a review of the Selected Stories that functioned as herald Updike spoke of “a well mediated complexity and multiplicity of plot an intense clarity of phrase and image an exceptional psychological searchingness and honesty” “a grittinessand a bold reach”—promises of pleasure I retained and recalled over time until circumstances fatigue with the fiction I was reading ambitious browsing in a store that carried a uantity of Munro placed The Beggar Maid in hand And it’s wonderfulFlo and Rose are stepmother and stepdaughter In chronological order though the stories do not really obey that order they glimpse backwards and forwards poignantly the settings are the Depression poor rural Ontario town West Hanratty where Rose is a schoolgirl and Flo a storekeeper; university; a Vancouver suburb; “a town in the Kootenay Mountains”; professorial parties in Kingston; then back to Hanratty and the melancholy stations of senescence Flo’s the Legion hall the County Home I preferred the six of ten stories set in Hanratty Munro has a genius for the constitution of the small town the jealousies the watchfulness the fine parsing of status; also for even the most humdrum community’s violent sur reality of rumor legend and whispered over past infamies The middle stories of Rose’s aimless peripatetic vaguely metropolitan career as a determinedly free spirit did less for me I found her most interesting as a young woman first feeling her differenceFlo was his idea of what a woman ought to be Rose knew that and indeed he often said it A woman ought to be energetic practical clever at making and saving; she ought to be shrewd good at bargaining and bossing and seeing through other people’s pretentions At the same time she should be naïve intellectually childlike contemptuous of maps and long words and anything in books full of charming jumbled notions superstitions traditional beliefsSo part of Rose’s disgrace was that she was female but mistakenly so would not turn out to be the right kind of woman But there was to it The real problem was that she combined and carried on what he must have thought of as the worst ualities in himself All the things he had beaten down successfully submerged in himself had surfaced again in her and she was showing no will to combat them She mooned and daydreamed she was vain and eager to show off; her whole life was in her head She had not inherited the thing he took pride in and counted on—his skill with his hands his thoroughness and conscientiousness at any work; in fact she was unusually clumsy slapdash ready to cut corners The sight of her slopping around with her hands in the dishpan her thoughts a thousand miles away her rump already bigger than Flo’s her hair wild and bushy; the sight of the large and indolent and self absorbed fact of her seemed to fill him with irritation with melancholy almost with disgustThe themes of Rose’s adulthood—manners complicated by mobility the composite self creation of the “disowned and prayed for”—draw from Munro a treatment gentler and less emphatic than I think I like But who knows further reading of Munro or rereading of The Beggar Maid may disclose something subtler and interesting in this line than grim Yates’ futile puppet strivers or Edmund White’s self inflicted autobiographical ironies In the Rose only stories I may have just missed Flo Not because I think Flo what a woman ought to be but because she's just a great character I like Munro's presentation of her grim hilarity her store of lurid local anecdotes her worldview peopled from the nickelodeon villainies and tabloid panics of the 1910s and 20s Flo said to watch for White Slavers She said this was how they operated an old woman a motherly or grandmotherly sort made friends while riding beside you on a bus or train She offered you candy which was drugged Pretty soon you began to droop and mumble were in no condition to speak for yourself Oh help the woman said my daughter granddaughter is sick please somebody help me get her off so that she can recover in the fresh air Up stepped a polite gentleman pretending to be a stranger offering assistance Together at the next stop they hustled you off the train or bus and that was the last the ordinary world saw of you They kept you prisoner in the White Slave place to which you had been transported drugged and bound so you wouldn’t even know where you were until such time as you were thoroughly degraded and in despair your insides torn up by drunken men and invested with vile disease your mind destroyed by drugs your hair and teeth fallen out It took about three years for you to get in this state You wouldn’t want to go home then maybe couldn’t remember home or find your way home if you did So they let you out on the streets