I guess after a while there isn’t really anything you can say about Munro’s work. I thought this is by far and away the best I’ve read so far, but although 22 of my friends on GR have read it, they haven’t written a word between them on it.
Pretty much how I feel too. Same, same, same, but better! I’m guessing, from the random order I’ve read these in, that she had a period of really good preceded and succeeded by something less than that. One thing that strikes me as odd about my relationship to her books is that nothing ever stands out for me. Usually whatever I’m reading, cornflakes packets included, a phrase, a sentence, a juxtaposition – SOMETHING!! – will catch my eye, have me reading it over and over. Munro never does that. I don’t know if it’s because her style’s flatter than a Hungarian pancake. Of course, it might just be that it is so good, it is hard for anything to stand out.
Highly recommended for anybody thinking of dipping into Munro. The rest of you already know….