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Alice Munro's quiet, precise works lead to Nobel Prize in literature

Alice Munro, who evokes the glory and heartache of ordinary lives in her short stories, is awarded Nobel Prize in literature.

October 10, 2013|By David L. Ulin, Los Angeles Times Book Critic
  • Canadian author Alice Munro in 2009. The Nobel laureate evokes the glory and heartache of ordinary lives in her short stories.
Canadian author Alice Munro in 2009. The Nobel laureate evokes the glory… (Peter Muhly / AFP/Getty…)

Alice Munro was nowhere to be found on Thursday morning when the Swedish Academy awarded her the Nobel Prize in literature. The permanent secretary of the Swedish Academy, Peter Englund, had to leave her a voice mail. The short story writer surfaced briefly for a quick interview with the Canadian Broadcasting Corp., and then dropped out of sight.

This is utterly in character, for Munro has never sought the spotlight during her remarkable career. The author of 14 books of fiction, she's well-known to readers around the globe and a perennial Nobel contender for the acuity of her vision, the precision of her voice. Now 82, Munro publishes regularly in the New Yorker, and several of her stories have been translated into film, including "The Bear Came Over the Mountain," which was adapted by Sarah Polley into the 2006 film "Away From Her."

In 2009, Munro won the Man Booker International Prize for her body of work, and this year, shortly after the publication of her most recent story collection "Dear Life," she announced she would not be writing anymore.

She is in a class by herself: the 13th woman, first Canadian and first writer of predominantly short fiction to win the Nobel Prize. And yet, her work is less overtly political than recent laureates such as Harold Pinter, Doris Lessing and Mo Yan. Her writing is quiet, character-driven, using precise language to evoke the lives of everyday people, and the glories and heartaches to be found in ordinary lives.

"Many people write about marriage or childhood," says Ann Close, her editor at Alfred A. Knopf since 1978, "but somehow she manages to get at things you've forgotten, and you think, 'That's how it is.' I think hers is the most amazing work about women in this era that there is."

Munro has lived for many years in rural Ontario, 20 miles from where she was born and raised. During her first marriage, in the 1950s and 1960s, she lived in Vancouver and later Victoria, where she and her husband owned a bookstore, Munro's Books; she remarried in 1976 to geographer Gerald Fremlin, who died this year.

Through it all, she has written stories of extraordinary sensitivity and subtlety — "innovative, quiet, understated," enthuses novelist Mona Simpson, who interviewed her for the Paris Review in 1994.

Her work also exhibits a sneaky fierceness, the ability to face the world on its terms.

"If you go to her first book," says Munro's longtime friend and colleague Margaret Atwood, "you'll find all the key signature elements of her writing: the detailed but often hilarious descriptions, and the event that is transformative but doesn't really change things in the end."

In collections such as "Who Do You Think You Are?," "The Progress of Love" and "Hateship, Friendship, Courtship, Loveship, Marriage," relationships are often fraught and characters must deal with time not as a consolation but rather as an inevitable force.

In "Axis," selected for "The Best American Short Stories 2012," she describes the relationship of two college girls, Avie and Grace, which collapses when Grace gets pregnant and drops out of school. Years later, Avie — now widowed — meets Grace's former paramour and recalls that there was also a spark between them, "water under the bridge," but still inflected with a potent sense of loss.

"The miracle of an Alice Munro story," notes novelist and story writer Marisa Silver, "is its deceptive ease.... But then, the layers of her tale peel back, she deftly dips and weaves through time, until you realize that the simple story of a woman searching for love, say, is actually the story of a time, a place, a set of sexual and social mores that by their very limitations force a character into confrontation with her deepest yearnings and regrets."

In many ways, such a sensibility has its roots in Ontario, which has become, to steal a phrase from Faulkner, her "own little postage stamp of native soil." But equally important is her experience as a young wife and mother. Much of her work is set there, among women (and some men) trying to carve out space for themselves amid family and responsibility.

This was Munro's own experience, as a young wife and mother in the 1950s and 1960s, raising three daughters and trying to write.

"I used to work until maybe one o'clock in the morning and then get up at six," she told the Paris Review. "And I remember thinking, You know, maybe I'll die, this is terrible, I'll have a heart attack. I was only about thirty-nine or so, but I was thinking this; then I thought, Well even if I do, I've got that many pages written now. They can see how it's going to come out. It was a kind of desperate, desperate race."

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