“Having heroes is a dangerous business,” said Laura deCarufel in the Toronto Star. Until a few weeks ago, Alice Munro wasn’t just a great Canadian short-story writer, and a Nobel Prize winner.
To many of her readers, Munro, who died in her native Ontario in May this year, was seen almost as a literary saint. She was regarded as “the oracle of the unspoken female experience”: someone who saw everything, understood everything, and “forgave us, again and again”.
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