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Monday, December 30, 2019

Lisa Dickler Awano / An Apreciation of Alice Munro by Margaret Atwood


Alice Munro by Triunfo Arciniegas
Photo by Derek Shapton
AN APPRECIATION 
OF ALICE MUNRO
by Margaret Atwood

Lisa Dickler Awano, Compiler and Editor

The fifties were a very male period of writing in the United States. America didn’t have a tradition of women writers. Who, among women, were admired? Eudora Welty, Katherine Anne Porter. Among poets? Emily Dickinson. How many others? In Canada, you didn’t get points off for being a woman. The challenge wasn’t so much being female as it was being Canadian. Embroidery, oil painting, writing, it was all considered a hobby. Writing wasn’t important. There was hardly a market for new novels. The writing community up here was so small at that time. Because of readings and little magazines, poets knew one another’s work, but it was different for prose writers in Canada.

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Lisa Dickler Awano / An Interview With Alice Munro


An Interview With Alice Munro
BIOGRAPHY
by Lisa Dickler


Alice Munro, who has set much of her canon in her native southwestern Ontario, has long been considered one of the foremost writers of psychological fiction in English. Her continual innovation in short-story structure has expanded our understanding of what the form can achieve. During her sixty-year career, Munro has published thirteen collections of stories and a novel, and has received numerous awards, including the Man Booker International Prize, the PEN/Malamud Award for Excellence in Short Fiction, and the National Book Critics Circle Award. The title of her new story collection, Dear Life, sounds like a fitting sigh of exasperation mixed with joy from an author whose writing celebrates the irreducible complexity of human experience and relationships. In fact, when I asked how she chose the title, Munro explained:

Those words are very wonderful to me because I heard them when I was a child, and they had all kinds of meaning. “Oh, for dear life!” would just mean that you were kind of overwhelmed with all that had been required of you. I liked the contrast between that and the words “dear life,” which are maybe a joyful resignation, but when you say “dear”—the word—it doesn’t bring up sadness. It brings up something precious. 
Munro has been speaking with me about her fiction for nine years. I found myself smiling with recognition when she told me during the following interview that her work is often inspired by listening to how people talk to one another, and to their stories. It struck me then that our interviews share some aspects of the ways that she structures stories.
While Munro and I never plot the route our conversations will follow, they often wander along a path similar to the one she takes in her autobiographical stories in “Finale,” the concluding section of Dear Life. I ask her to start by grounding us in a new book or story’s setting, and she responds by connecting her story or personal history to larger events or circumstances of the time in which it takes place—a technique she has said she admires in William Maxwell’s Ancestors: A Family History. The story “Dear Life,” for example, opens with a geographical description of the neighborhood in which Munro grew up. I’m often surprised to discover, when examining these “factual” introductory comments, that they are multi-layered and revealing of the author and her creative process. They throw light on underlying motifs in her oeuvre and often hold the key to a given book or story. 
Our conversations, like Munro’s stories, plunge into issues of characterization and structure, taking surprising turns around unexpectedly sharp corners. We may be speaking about what seems a minor aspect of a story, when all at once a major theme or a complex of emotions underlying the work is illuminated. When this happens, Munro will take the idea in the opposite direction and explore its converse, just as she does in her fiction. 
Sometimes I ask a question that doesn’t go anywhere and produces silence. Then suddenly Munro will say something that seems to me unrelated. Often, it isn’t until much later, after I’ve been working with the transcript for a while, that I begin to sense how her comment fits in with something we may have discussed much earlier in the conversation or in another interview or how it was related to what we were discussing when she made the remark, but in an indirect way that I wasn’t ready to understand. When I return to her closing remarks, I’ll unexpectedly find connections that lead me back to the beginning of the interview—to listen again and hear it anew, in a more textured way.
Editor’s Note: This interview is edited for length, removing false starts and asides. Some questions have been shortened or eliminated.


Awano: What is your writing process?
I work slowly; it’s always difficult—it’s nearly always difficult. I’ve been writing steadily, really, since I was twenty years old, and now I’m eighty-one. My routine now is to get up in the morning, have some coffee, start to write. And then a little later on, I might take a break and have something to eat and go on writing. The serious writing is done in the morning. I don’t think I can use a lot of time in the beginning; I maybe can only do about three hours. I do rewrite a lot, and I rewrite and then I think it’s all done, and I send it in. And then I want to rewrite it some more. Sometimes it seems to me that a couple of words are so important that I’ll ask for the book back so that I can put them in. 
I started with the idea of writing novels, and I wrote short stories because that was the only way I could get any time. I could take off housekeeping and childrearing for a certain amount of time but never for the amount that you need to write a novel. And after a while I got as if the story form—actually a rather unusual story form, usually quite a long story form—is what I wanted to do. I could say what I wanted to say in that space. And this was hard at first because the short story was a form that people wanted to be a certain length. They wanted it to be a short story, and my stories were quite unusual in the way that they sort of went on and on and told you different things and so on.
I never know—at least, usually I don’t know—that a story is going to be a certain length. But I’m not surprised. I give it all the space it needs. 
Anyway, I don’t care if what I write now is a story—is classified as a story—or what. It’s a piece of fiction, that’s what it is. 

You’re a very lyrical writer. Do you still write poetry?
Oh, a bit now and then, yes. I like the idea of poetry, but you know, when you write prose, I think you have to be careful not to make it consciously poetic. It’s got to have some sharpness to it, and that’s the way I like to write now. I like to write in a way that, I don’t know, maybe that will frighten people a bit? 

It also seems to me that you’re very interested in folklore.
Yeah, but you never know what you’re going to be interested in. You don’t decide beforehand. All of a sudden you realize that this is what you want to write. So I wouldn’t have thought of that myself, but I listen a lot to stories people tell and get the rhythm of them and try to write. I think, Why is this sort of story so important to people? I think you still hear lots of stories that people tell which are maybe supposed to illustrate some strangeness about life. And I like to pick up those stories and see what they tell me, or how I want to deal with them.

I read somewhere that folklore was thought to be women’s form of storytelling.
I think that’s true, that women who were not taken seriously, even after women learned to write, and could write, perhaps were still telling stories. You know, women spend a lot of time together, or they used to. And I can remember things that you did together when you had huge suppers to feed the men. The men would be working in the fields, and when they came in—this is in my childhood—you would serve them an enormous meal. There was great pride amongst the women in how big and wonderful the meal was, and then afterwards you had these mounds of dishes to wash. And all this time, you’re talking to each other. It’s very important.
But of course that is all gone now. That is an old way—a rural way—and I don’t know if women still talk like this or not. Do women talk to each other? Are they encouraged to or not? But wherever women get together, I think there’s an urge to tell stories, and there’s an urge to say to each other, “Why do you think this happened?” “Wasn’t this a strange thing to say?” or, “What does this mean?” Women have a tendency maybe to try to interpret life verbally. Whereas a lot of men I know, or used to know, didn’t have this urge. They felt it better to go ahead and deal with what you were dealt and maybe not wonder too much about it.

I wonder if this could be an insight into why you chose the short-story form—or it chose you?
It could be. I love working with people, with people’s conversation and also the surprises that come to people. To me this is very important. What happens that you didn’t expect. In one of my stories [“Runaway”], a woman who has a very difficult marriage decides to leave her husband, and is encouraged to by a very rational older woman, and she does. And then when she tries to run off, she realizes she just can’t do this. It’s a sensible thing to do, she has lots of reasons for doing it, but she can’t do it. How come? And so that’s the kind of thing I write. Because I don’t know “how come.” But I have to pay attention to it. There is something there that deserves attention. 

Themes repeat throughout your canon, tying your stories together across collections. I thought that “Runaway” could have been an alternate title for some stories in Dear Life, such as “Train.”
Oh yes, yes. That story interested me a lot because I think sometimes people just don’t understand what they have to do. I mean, this man [Jackson, the protagonist] has got to get away from personal entanglements. He doesn’t know why. But when they come close, that’s it. There is a sexual element there, but it’s not the only thing. And I think there are people like that. 

I thought that one of your characters in Dear Life who really achieves what she needs to in life is Belle, also in “Train.” 
Oh, yes, yes, yes. Yeah, I think she does. And I love the way she gets more and more frank about things as she gets more and more pills. I really like her. But she is a survivor, in a weird sort of way, because a lot of things have been against her—difficult for her. But I think there are just people like this who take whatever comes and make some kind of fairy story out of it. In other words, she does not see her life as deprived. She sees it as interesting. And many people would see it as a complete loss, because she isn’t living the kind of life that a person of her class would have expected to live—she isn’t married; for a long time [she has been] asexual. And yet there’s something about her—[she] is not just coping with this, but has sort of woven it into a life of her own. And I think she’ll always do that. I’ve known people like this. I’ve known people who seem, oh, just to have a kind of a gift for being interested and being happy to a certain extent.

People like you.
I think I’m much more traditional.

I think your story “No Advantages” offers insight into your success. When you describe Belle, I feel that her success is similar to yours. You’ve had all of these difficulties, and you’ve turned them into opportunities to write.
That’s true, but I had great luck as well. If I had been a farm girl of a former generation, I wouldn’t have had a chance. But in the generation that I was, there were scholarships. Girls were not encouraged to get them, but you could. I could imagine, from an early age, that I would be a writer. And mind you, nobody else thought so or would think in such terms. But it wasn’t purely freakish. I did a lot of physical work as a young girl because my mother was not able to. But it wasn’t enough to slow me down. I think in a way I was very lucky, because if I had been born, say, to a very well-educated family, say a family in New York, people who knew all about writing, the whole world of writing, and so on, I would have been totally diminished. I would have felt, “Oh, well, I can’t do that.” But because I didn’t live with any people who thought about writing, then I had this ability to just say, “Well, I can do it.”

In the story “Dear Life,” you explore the paradox of your relationship with your parents.
It’s love and fear and dislike. It’s all those things.

You keep coming back, in your later work, to your relationship with your father, who was an accomplished writer and an extremely sensitive person, and a reader all his life.
He was, yes.

A person who, in many of your stories, seems to be a doppelgänger for you, the developing young writer. But then there’s this immovable fact, that you refuse to turn away from, which is that he hit you with a belt when you were growing up.
That’s true. And I could say, “Well, of course, this is much more common in that period—most of the people I knew got beaten occasionally.” And the beating of a child was by no means reprehensible. It was a natural way to get the child whipped into shape. Also, because of poverty, and the need for the child to contribute labor to the household, and not just be an interesting fixture of a child growing up as it seems to me that children can be now. So all this was very practical, and needed to be done. And it was also very terrifying and probably—a lot of people would say—it was destructive. I can’t think that way because I don’t . . . I still reject it and feel a kind of horror about it to myself. I feel that I was an unworthy person, and that’s what it makes you feel. But also I realize that this is what happened at the time, and you can’t shy away from that. And you also can’t shy away from why it had to happen. There just wasn’t time or money to bring up children in a way that took account of their needs—why they’re behaving in a certain way. And also, there isn’t time for the children to be, you know, mouthy or talk back. You just can’t afford to have this going on. Because what’s going on, chiefly, is making enough to live on, where everybody has to work and be useful to the family. Because I was anextremely rebellious child, at least I had ideas that I was eager to get out of, I would just sauce back anybody. And all this was counterproductive as far as the family went. 

You also had a paradoxical relationship with your mother. 
And in a way, that’s much more complicated. Because I was basically a lot like my father, but I wasn’t like my mother, and that was very sad for her.

Because of her illness?
No, not because of her illness, really. It would have been worse maybe without her illness. But she wanted a really nice little daughter who conformed, who was clever but conformed and gave recitations and didn’t question anything.

And yet, she was ahead of her time in a lot of ways.
In a lot of ways, she was, yes. She was fine about women’s rights and that sort of thing. She was just very, very puritanical, which many women were in her time. 

It seems that your greatest frustration with your mother was with her attitudes toward sex.
Oh, yes. But then, of course, that came from God-knows-what. Most women, I think, who were ambitious, would feel, in a way, that sex was the enemy, because getting married would put an end to all that [ambition]. I mean, the worst thing that couldpossibly happen to a woman, as they used to say, is to have to get married, and that is having sex. So having sex was something you had to be very sure to keep control of.

In the story “Dear Life,” you use the idea of renovating a house in connection with the workings of memory. Can you talk about how you think about the nature of memory?
It’s interesting what happens as you get older because memory does become more vivid, particularly distant memory. But I don’t try at all with memory, it’s just there all the time, and I don’t know if I write about it more than I used to. Certainly the “Finale” stories are a conscious working with memory, and I haven’t done that very often because I think if you’re really going to write seriously about your parents, your childhood, you have to be as honest as you can, you have to think about whatreally happened, rather than what story your memory dishes up to you. But of course you never can do that, so at least you’ve got to say, “Well, this is my side of the story—this is what I remember.”

You’ve said to me sometimes that we keep repeating things that are difficult until we work through them.
I think that’s particularly true probably of early childhood memories. And there’s always an attempt being made to work through them. But what does “work through” mean? It means that they don’t hurt anymore? That you’ve thought them through and have what you think is a fair idea of what was going on? But you never write about that. You have children. When they write their story of their childhood, it’s still going to be just their story, and the “you” in it is going to be a “you” that you maybe wouldn’t recognize. And this is why I think you have to acknowledge that the story that makes the most honorable effort is still not going to get at everybody’s truth. But the effort is worthy.
If you’re a writer, you’re sort of spending your life trying to figure things out, and you put your figurings on paper, and other people read them. It’s a very odd thing, really. 
You do this your whole life, and yet you know that you fail. You don’t fail all the way, or anything, it’s still worth doing—I think it’s worth doing, anyway. But it’s like this coming to grips with things that you can only partially deal with. 
This sounds very hopeless. I don’t feel hopeless at all. 


About Lisa Dickler


Lisa Dickler Awano has interviewed, profiled, and researched Alice Munro for the New York Times, VQR, the New Haven Review, and theVancouver Sun for the past nine years. Her other work has aired on NPR’s Morning Edition and All Things Considered and appeared in the New York Quarterly and Chicago Review. Awano also organizes readings at New York City’s National Arts Club.

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Friday, March 4, 2011

Lisa Dickler Awano / An Interview with Alice Munro / 2010

Alice Munro
by Triunfo Arciniegas 
AN INTERVIEW WITH ALICE MUNRO
By Lisa Dickler Awano
October 22nd, 2010

An interview with Alice Munro begins precisely on time, and always with a quick, friendly, personal exchange of greetings and news. Then we’re off on an odyssey in which a couple of hours fly by as we discuss her stories and how they came to be. Munro’s conversational voice is so similar to the sound, diction, and rhythms of her writing, that every reader of her work already knows how she speaks. In her down-to-earth manner, she presents complex ideas in concrete, understandable ways.
And in the same way that Munro the author draws her readers into participating in her stories, Munro the interviewee invites her public into the process of examining her work. With great interest, she frequently asks about the interviewer’s perceptions of her fiction and discusses responses she has received from her readers. When I offer an idea that strikes her as interesting, she hails it as a point she hasn’t previously thought of. When she disagrees with something I’ve postulated, she tells me without hesitation, in a direct but respectful manner that inspires me to reexamine and think further. Munro teaches through her writing, of course, but also through her ability to connect personally with her readers. Perhaps this is why we so intimately connect with her stories.

* * *

LDA: You explore new themes and approaches to writing in each book you write. How does this collection differ from your previous volumes?

AM: Well, it did strike me at first, with a kind of horror, that there are a lot of rather grim things. There aren’t too many moments of lightness in these stories and I didn’t intend them to be not light.

LDA: In your story “Dimensions,” the protagonist, Doree, can’t seem to stop visiting her “criminally insane” husband, Lloyd, at the institution where he is held after he murders their children.

AM: “Dimensions,” the first story (in the collection), is really a horror story—but I feel it is totally believable. It’s the control story just gone to a crazy pitch. What interests me is the way that Lloyd is the only one that Doree can connect with about what has happened. Then he starts bringing on her (that their children are) really in heaven sort of thing. And until she can help that other man on the highway, she’s lost. That’s what saves her. I sort of loved that myself.

LDA: Me too. The word that I see more often than any other in your work is “connection,” or some form of the verb “to connect.” That seems to be what Doree desperately seeks, and what she finds when she helps the man on the highway.

AM: Yes.

LDA: What does “connection” evoke for you?

AM: Salvation. I mean, that’s what Doree gets from it—the salvation to be herself and to know the truth, which is that her children are dead, and they’re not in any fancy paradise that her husband has thought up.

LDA: It seems that throughout this story, and throughout your canon, characters are looking for some way to make a connection.

AM: Well, I think most of us are. But it’s a tricky word, because other people are wanting to get out of connections which suppress them, or drive them crazy, or whatever.

LDA: That leads me to think of Marlene and Charlene in your story “Child’s Play,” in which two girls become connected for life through their drowning of a third child.

AM: That is so very horrifying a story, as horrifying as “Dimensions.” What I’m really doing there is trying to get at what I believe is the genuine ruthlessness in children.
And the feeling of . . . you just cannot bear if that person touches you, or you can’tbear if you have to be with so-and-so, and that kind of fierce division by which you try to avoid contagion. Verna—the girl who is murdered—is like the contagion of all the stupid things in life that don’t need to be there when a young child is growing up and thinking about making her own life.
So much is done now to counteract the cruelty of children, when not much used to be. But in my story as well, there are people trying to counteract it, but they’re doing it in such an icky way that it just enrages the girls further. Some readers may say, “Oh, for God’s sake, this couldn’t happen.”

LDA: There’s tremendous coverage, in the American press, about cruelty among children.

AM: It’s happening here in Canada too. There was a horrible murder in Toronto, where a fourteen-year-old girl persuaded her boyfriend to kill a girl she thought of as her rival, and he did itAnyway, a story is not always about what could happen, or it’s certainly not about what did happen.

LDA: Another of the stories in this collection takes its title, “Face,” from the prominent purple birthmark that the protagonist was born with,which affects his life, and the lives of those around him, for better and worse.

AM: I loved writing “Face” because I don’t know what came first. I guess that first scene, where the father rejects (his disfigured child) completely. I have known (of people), not in my husband’s generation, but in the generation before his, who would just do that. Nothing could come near them that wasn’t perfect, or respectably perfect. I wanted to write a story about this, but also to write about how somebody survives; and he does survive. Of course it’s the love of that little girl Nancy, that nobody expects or understands, and we don’t really know what has happened to her. But I think she’s all right. It’s about love, and love among children. So we’ve got hate among children and love among children.

LDA: Throughout your canon, you have delved into the ambiguous nature of relationships between parents and children. In “Deep Holes,” you explore the chasms in relationships between members of a family. During their picnic on a treacherous overhang at Osler Bluff, Kent, one of the children, has an accident that changes the course of his life. We see how the consequences of that event reverberate through the years. Does “Deep-Holes” hark back to your earlier story “Silence,”, or others of your stories in which communication breaks down between older and younger generations?

AM: Maybe a little. But there is a real place like Olser Bluff, and whenever I get into places like that I become a young mother again, thinking of all the dangers there are. And then from that, somehow, I got this idea. It’s not really about Sally, the mother, as much as the son, Kent. He’s trying to find some route to goodness, which is often a terrible bother to other people. He’s cut off from other people by his need to dramatize himself as a good person.
People like this often do a lot of good in the world, as Kent is doing. But he’s also a very inhumane person to be around. Right at the beginning, they are off on a picnic, there are a lot of rough spots in the family, but everybody’s doing their best, especially Sally, the poor woman nursing her baby. So what does Kent do? He goes too close to the edge, and falls over. He didn’t mean to do that exactly, but this is what this type of person will do. It’s especially important to me too how Sally’s husband, Alex, is always kind of obtuse, but he’s the one who has to be there to get the kid out of the hole.
Kent is not an entirely unpleasant character, but he’s a person who’s looking for something in life that is going to make a lot of disturbance. And what is interesting to me is the mother’s feeling about such a child. She sort of knows that he’s a pain in the. . .  but she can’t stop caring for him more than anybody else.

LDA: You’ve had four daughters and lost one child to infant death. Do you think that your loss of that child has come up for you when you’ve written stories that involve the loss of communication between parents and children?

AM: No. I haven’t written much about that child, because I was so young emotionally, and so I was not as maternal then as I became later—even a couple of years later. I think that loss wakened something in me. Before that I was very brisk. I was going to be a mother, and I was going to be a good housewife, and I was going to be a good wife, and I was going to do a lot of marvelous writing. That’s the kind of thing you think when you’re twenty-one. Then none of this was coming true. But it was really much later that I began to feel the real pain of that loss. I had to grow up emotionally before I could feel it.

LDA: Then you don’t think it came out later in the writing?

AM: I’ve been planning to write a book about that for years, and I think I may still do it. But it may have come out in a sidelong way. The real feeling about my children came out in the story, “Miles City, Montana.”

LDA: In that story, the protagonist’s small child nearly drowns accidentally in a swimming pool during a family vacation.

AM: That really happened you see, and it was a powerful experience, believe me. God, one experience like that, and you know what some people have to go through. That was the first time that I translated . . . . that I took on that material is important.

LDA: It seems as though in your more recent collections, when you use material from your own life, the resulting story is less directly autobiographical than it was in your earlier stories, such as “Miles City, Montana,” or “Walker Brothers Cowboy,” or “The Ottawa Valley,” or “Who Do you think You Are . . . .”

AM: That’s right. Those stories are more nakedly personal. I think this is a matter of age. When you’re younger there’s a kind of breathlessness about “I can write about this.” It’s very exciting to realize what you can do. You’re discovering, along with the reader, what you felt. But I think now I’m writing—not at all in a more guarded way, but just in a way of having seen more, or maybe retreating a little from the personal. There’s not been any decision to do this. You never know why you do what you’re doing. And you don’t know what you’re doing until either someone points it out, or you see it yourself.

LDA: As a parent, I’m much more guarded about what I write now than I was before I had children because of my concern about how it might affect them.

AM: I wasn’t at all guarded in the beginning about what I said about myself. But as your children grow up and become more and more a part of your adult world, I think that is true, because they didn’t ask to be born to a writer. And they shouldn’t have to undertake the burden of it.

LDA: Do you think that in “Deep-Holes,” Sally keeps pursuing her estranged son Kent partly because she feels that she hasn’t got anyone in the world besides her grown children?

AM: Yeah. Her children are grown up—they don’t need her—her husband is dead . . . .Yet she’s an intelligent, pleasant, not-unlikable woman. In fact, I felt very much identified with her.

LDA: Even when Sally’s husband, Alex, was alive, he was controlling toward her and sometimes unkind toward his son Kent. Not infrequently in your stories, a female character will stay in a relationship with a man who doesn’t treat her well, or she will obsessively pine for a man who has abandoned her. For example, in your title story, “Too Much Happiness,” you write about Sophia Kovalevsky, the brilliant nineteenth century mathematician and author, who faced prejudice as a woman for her genius. We journey through Europe with her as she pursues both a paying job worthy of her talents, and her lover, Maksim, who frequently rejects her.

AM: “Too Much Happiness,” is a true story about Sophia Kovalevsky. Reading her life and dramatizing it, I could find all these things . . . some have changed, and some haven’t that much. Oh, I love that story – I love her. I love her femininity, her weaknesses as well as her strengths. The way she falls desperately in love with Maksim and she just can’t give him up. But what does he hold against her? Her achievements.

LDA: He’s threatened by her capability.

AM: Yes. I don’t know if they would have had a very happy marriage, but it would have been worth trying, because they were both interesting people.

LDA: Speaking of “happiness,” often in your canon, and particularly in your collection Friend of My Youth, your protagonists ask themselves, “Am I happy?”

AM: Yes.

LDA: In your story “Hold Me Fast, Don’t Let Me Pass,” Hazel, the protagonist, ponders the lives of two women who both have a relationship with the same man. She wonders to herself whether:
. . . perhaps he was making those two women happy. What could she mean by that? Maybe that he was giving them something to concentrate on. A hard limit that you might someday get past in a man, a knot in his mind you might undo, a stillness in him you might jolt, or an absence you might make him regret – that sort of thing will make you pay attention, even when you think you’ve taught yourself not to. Could it be said to make you happy?
“Meanwhile, what makes a man happy?
It must be something quite different.”
Might you comment on this?

AM: Women need an emotional life, I think, and maybe they need it more than men do. You see women in very bad relationships, and they’ll leave, and then they’ll go back. And so what is that? Isn’t it “something to concentrate on” that involves another human being?

LDA: But could it be that often women aren’t financially independent enough to leave, to support their children?

AM: Of course, and I don’t think of that enough. I mean, for someone brought up really poor—and maybe it is because I was brought up poor—I hardly ever think about money. I’ve gone through periods in my life when I should have been thinking about money, and just luck pulled me through. That’s very odd, because poor girls are supposed to be much more practical. Maybe it’s because I know that you can live very close to the bone. But that was true when I was young—it wouldn’t be as true now. So it could be practicality too. I do think though that women often need an emotional life—maybe even a bad one.

LDA: Is it “connection” that a character is looking for when she becomes fixated on a relationship with a man who hurts her?

AM: Probably, or probably she’s afraid of giving it up. I mean, she’s got something. The new study that I really want to do is about loneliness, which you don’t really catch on to unless you live long enough. Fear of loneliness, I think, is something that motivates us, maybe without our knowing it, for a long time. But if you live long enough, you have to learn about it. I don’t know if much fiction has been done about this. I know some has, but it’s rather new for people to live long enough.

LDA: Here’s another passage from “Hold Me Fast . . .” about the protagonist, Hazel, that shows a way in which you were working with the theme of loneliness as an author in your fifties:
Hazel was a widow. She was in her fifties, and she taught biology . . . She was a person you would not be surprised to find sitting by herself in a corner of the world where she didn’t belong, writing things in a notebook to prevent the rise of panic. She had found that she was usually optimistic in the morning but that panic was a problem at dusk. This sort of panic . . . had to do with a falling-off of purpose, and the question why am I here?
You’ve also written about the loneliness that mothers feel when raising children.

AM: Yes. But I think that harried loneliness, (when raising children) is quite different from what you can feel when you actually become a kind of useless person. There are all kinds of words to cover that up, but your presence in the world is no longer totally necessary as it is when you have children. So there is a loneliness there. There’s a loneliness all your life in some ways about just having to find time to be yourself. But that’s something different. The loneliness I’m talking about I’m just beginning to get some idea of now. I’m not there yet, but I have friends who are, and you can see the manufacturing of pleasures, or diversions, which you don’t have to do when you’re younger.

LDA: I feel your stories tell us, “Look, you’re not alone—this happens to everybody.”

AM: I hope so. I hope it doesn’t happen to everybody, but I hope they tell that.

LDA: You risked loneliness when you were in your early forties, in the early 1970′s, when you and Jim Munro divorced after about twenty years of marriage. Then you married your second husband, Gerald Fremlin, with whom you have said that you have shared a fulfilling emotional life for thirty-five years.

AM: Well, I was very lucky in my timing. There was that period when practically every woman who had married before she was twenty-five was getting out and running around, and enjoying herself, and thinking, “How wonderful.” Then that wore off, of course. But there was a big thing then of women who had really hardly lived—they’d gone right from being teenaged girls to being mothers. And I think there was a big bursting out of that— before any of us became even realistic about the age we were, and the world we were going into. And some of us got lucky, and some didn’t.

LDA: It seems that you have made your luck.

AM: Oh, not altogether, Lisa. Things have to come your way.

LDA: What were some of the most critical things that came your way?

AM: Gerry. And things like that are accidental to some extent.

LDA: I’d like to ask you about how your story collections connect to form your canon. Short story author Eudora Welty, whom you have cited as an influence, noted in her mid-forties in her essay “On Writing” that her own stories had “repeated themselves in shadowy ways, that they (had) returned and may return in the future too—in variations—to certain themes.” However, she observed, “it is a pattern of which a new story is not another copy but a fresh attempt made in its own full-bodied right and out of its own impulse, with its own pressure and its own needs of fulfillment.” Looking across the volumes of your stories, it seems that in your work as well, there are thematic templates that turn up over and again and link your stories across the collections.

AM: I’m glad you’ve seen that. I didn’t know I was doing it, but I think that’s a very good thing to do, because short story collections are problematic. Sometimes I thinkstill people think of them as a junior branch of fiction writing. And they are very serious. So you have to recognize the ways in which you’re working. At a certain time, when writing one book, you’re working with a particular mass of material. And this material may come to you in separate stories, but it’s really connected with what you’re going through or thinking about at the time. I’m trying to make it sound like more solid fiction, which I think it is.

LDA: There is a tremendous cohesiveness about the stories within each of your collections.

AM: I did notice something like that when I reread Too Much Happiness; all of it together. I felt that there was something there which is the viewpoint of an older person. It’s of me now.

LDA: When you’re writing one story, do you take note of a theme or a symbol or something else and remind yourself to develop it when you write the next story?

AM: No, never. I put one story away and then I start on another. This seems quite heartless, because it’s like you have a child, and you spend maybe a decade just bringing up this child with all the fervor you have got, and then you say, “Well . . . goodbye.”

LDA: Could that mean that your previous stories reside in your subconscious?

AM: Yes. I write stories with all this terrific intensity, and then they’re gone out there and they’re sort of like cousins that you played with when you were a child, and now you meet them and you think . . . What’s her name?  That sounds very disappointing to people.

LDA: Maybe that makes it possible for you to move on?

AM: It does. It clears the way for another story.

LDA: In your story “Wenlock Edge,” the protagonist, a book-smart but naïve college student, has a humiliating experience that embitters her. She takes revenge on her desperate young roommate named Nina, whom she blames for what happened, and with whom she might empathize and even identify with had she more maturity, or objectivity.

AM: “Wenlock Edge” is a pretty devastating story, I think, in what I wanted it to tell about the behavior of perfectly nice, ordinary people, which I think the student is.

LDA: At one point in the story, while the student is at the home of a near-stranger, an older man named Mr. Purvis, she finds herself complying with his wishes, although they make her feel uncomfortable. Mr. Purvis, who is fully dressed, desires that she sit naked at his dining room table while they eat together. Later, while she is still undressed, he leads the way into his library, where he asks her to sit in a revealing way while she reads poems to him from Housman’s A Shropshire Lad. Although he doesn’t use force to win his way, the student doesn’t refuse him.

AM: Actually that was something someone told me that had happened, but I wanted very much to use it in a way of finding out why the girl would do that, and what she would feel like before and afterwards. So I put myself in that position, thinking it out.
After that story was published, I was at a party, and the men there all thought it was unrealistic; they thought it would never happen. And the women all said, “Oh, yeah?” I think (the men) wanted to think that way. Because what the student does is her own investigation, which she doesn’t realize the implications of. She really thinks that she is in power, even though it’s a thing she has to force herself to do. She doesn’t realize actually how much power Mr. Purvis has over her and her mind and her future until it’s all over.

LDA: Both the student protagonist and her roommate, Nina, seem like victims to me.

AM: The student has all kinds of smarts to keep her afloat in the world. But Nina is totally a victim because she has nothing. And Nina finds an implausible sort of romance that she is nevertheless willing to invest in and our heroine doesn’t even allow her to keep that. So in a way, it’s a bleak story. But I don’t think it’s bleak in terms of being not what people would do. “Dimensions,” the first story in the book is fairly unusual—it’s an extreme story—and I don’t think “Wenlock Edge” is extreme.

LDA: A narrative that has “repeated itself in shadowy ways” in your canon is that of the widely-read but unworldly young protagonist, who hails from a family that is struggling economically, and who takes a summer job in a relatively prosperous setting. Sometimes in these stories, the protagonist is aided in her new world by a character whom we would least expect to open the door of opportunity for her. Such is the case in “Some Women.”
The story is set during World War II. We meet a variety of women of different ages, who are working with and against each other to care for a young Air Force veteran named Bruce Crozier, who is dying from leukemia.   His step-mother, Old Mrs. Crozier, owns the house in which the story takes place, and in which two women have been hired to work. One is the teenaged, unnamed protagonist, who sits and watches over Bruce while his wife is out teaching, and the other is a masseuse named Roxanne, who starts out by giving massages to Old Mrs. Crozier, but who increasingly begins to tend to Bruce’s needs—with Old Mrs. Crozier’s blessing. The story is one of my favorites in your new collection.

AM: I’m really glad when people like it. It’s one of my favorite stories too, because I was being myself as a young girl. It isn’t autobiographical at all in incident, but in the spirit of the young girl, (the unnamed protagonist)—totally. In the way that she’s very rude . . . she just goes in (to another person’s home), takes a book out of the bookcase and she thinks it’s hers. She isn’t deeply concerned with anybody but herself. That’s the way a thirteen-year-old girl is. And that’s why I enjoyed writing it so much—I enjoyed the selfish spirit of that young girl.

LDA: The necessarily selfish spirit.

AM: Yes.

LDA: Charles McGrath, who introduced your work to the New Yorker, and edited it there for years, told me in an interview that that your fiction offers readers “a novel’s-worth of incident and character change compressed into a fairly short story.” It seemed to me that in “Some Women,” you were working with a different manner of time compression than you have in the past. Do you think that one interpretation of that story could be that the numerous female characters in it are all different versions of the same woman—the young protagonist—as seen at varying ages and circumstances across the span of her lifetime?

AM: I hadn’t thought of that, but I suppose so. The story explores women at different ages, and with different levels of education.

LDA: I was very interested by the friendship that develops between Old Mrs. Crozier and Roxanne, the masseuse.

AM: Yes. I really liked Roxanne, with her trying with all she’s got. I know a lot of women like that. I have a feeling that Old Mrs. Crozier is not a lady. She was picked up on a business trip to Detroit, after all. And I think there are things in her past that she doesn’t get allowed to express now because she’s an old woman and her looks have gone.
She’s there in this town in this house that she doesn’t care for or understand, she has very few resources, and here’s this lively girl. . . .Also they are united in their dislike of the educated woman. I think that is the game that Mrs. Crozier is playing with Roxanne as her pawn. But I don’t mean that she realizes that this is what she’s doing. She sort of likes to see Roxanne operating, until it gets serious.

LDA: There seems a bit of a similarity between Nina, the victim in “Wenlock Edge,” and Roxanne, the masseuse in “Some Women.”

AM: Goodness . . . yeah.

LDA: Roxanne is a victim too.

AM: I think probably in this book, and in most of my books, there are a lot of strings tying the female characters together. Roxanne is a victim, isn’t she? She’s doing everything she can to make the most of what the culture has given her, but it hasn’t given her an awful lot. I mean . . . dirty jokes. That part of “Some Women” I really liked doing because I live in a community where dirty jokes are a currency of conversation. I don’t suppose anyone with a more sophisticated background knows about that.

LDA: Do you think that the telling of dirty jokes may be common to all backgrounds? I mean, sexual jokes, racial jokes—the kind that you might hear told in a bar anywhere you go?

AM: Yes. And some of them you hear, here, from people who are extremely prudish in their behavior. They “disapprove” of an awful lot of things. But in the world of jokes, everything goes. So it’s a great release. And I don’t know if it’s been used all that much in fiction by women.

LDA: You do a lot of humorous work. Where does that come from?

AM: I’m kind of a jokey person in my ordinary relationships. Sometimes people are shocked when they read my work. If I go out to dinner, I seem to be set on having. . . . was it Hemingway who talked about having as good a time as possible? I think I’ve always been like that; I was like that when I was a kid. It’s probably a big defense. However it’s not a bad one.

LDA: For me, humor often comes out of fear.

AM: Oh, yes.

LDA: And it’s been useful to me.

AM: It has to me too—being such an oddball person in my community.

LDA: You have often written stories set in communities of people similar to the one in which you were living. How did you find the courage to stay put in your town?

AM: You’ve got to be schizophrenic. I mean, there’s this really nice person that everybody will like, and then there’s this awful person that they will be astonished at. And you just go on juggling these.

LDA: And people accept it after a while?

AM: I don’t suppose they do. I suppose they think that I don’t hear. But they are pretty good, and I’m an older person now—I’m seventy-eight. I think you’re allowedmore latitude, because you’ll soon be dead.
Some people may think you’ve written about them, and often it’s a complete surprise, because you didn’t know that you were thinking about them at all—if you were. I think you’ll find that people will either recognize themselves and you haven’t done it at all, or they don’t.
But you never do really write about people you know. You change the characters to fit the story once you get going. I don’t think good writing comes from accuracy about what happened, and what people are like. It has to change. Because you’re really wanting to express something underneath the writing, like we talked about when we spoke about the children in “Child’s Play.” And the characters are just working for that. They’re sort of like your servants.

LDA: Do you find sometimes when you’re writing, the characters just take over and you are surprised by what they do?

AM: Yes, I guess sometimes. There are certainly some things that happen that get incorporated. But mostly I keep them in pretty good control. Mostly what’s interested me before I ever started writing stays what interests me.

LDA: You have told me that it usually takes about three months for you to write a new story. From day to day, what kinds of things do you find sustaining?

AM: The things that comfort me about daily life . . . routine, private time . . .

LDA: Is there some particular creative spark that keeps you writing?

AM: I never think that way. I think I’m just writing, writing, writing.


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"Appreciations of Alice Munro," Awano's VQR tribute to Alice Munro, appeared in the Summer 2006 issue, and featured Awano's interviews with certain of Munro's peers, among them Margaret Atwood, Russell Banks, Michael Cunningham, and others, presented as first-person essays. Awano's first VQR interview with Alice Munro appeared in 2006. Awano has previously profiled Alice Munro for the Vancouver Sun, and has been interviewed about Munro's work on national and local radio programs. Other work by Awano has aired nationally on public radio in segments of Morning Edition and All Things Considered, and appeared in such publications as the New York Quarterly and Chicago Review. Awano is Head of the Office of Intercultural Outreach at the National Arts Club in New York City.


About Lisa Dickler


Lisa Dickler Awano has interviewed, profiled, and researched Alice Munro for the New York Times, VQR, the New Haven Review, and theVancouver Sun for the past nine years. Her other work has aired on NPR’s Morning Edition and All Things Considered and appeared in the New York Quarterly and Chicago Review. Awano also organizes readings at New York City’s National Arts Club.

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