I promise this is my last review for the month. I have been wanting to read Alice Munro for years and decided to get my feet wet so to speak with a short story to end the month with. I am far too familiar with Alzheimer’s. Both my grandmother and her first cousin suffered from it. It has been ten years now but the pain doesn’t go away. On my last visit to my grandmother on my own, I had brought pictures of my kids. She asked me what school I went to and is that a picture of your brother (my son). The only granddaughter, my grandmother could not recognize me without my father by my side to coax the memory out of her. A few years before my grandmother’s passing, Alice Munro published The Bear Came Over the Mountain in the New Yorker. A highly regarded story at the time, it became the basis for the film Away From Her by Sarah Polley. No one in my family saw it; it would have been too painful. Wanting to read Munro, I selected a story available online at random. The first few lines seemed enticing enough, and, honestly, if I knew the story centered on how Alzheimer’s effects relationships, I doubt I would have selected it. I just like bears. To end women’s history month, Nobel prize winning writer Alice Munro.
Fiona and Grant had been married for fifty years. They attended the same university and were very much in love. It was Fiona who wanted to get married more so than Grant, probably because she detested her parents’ political views and wanted to get away. Grant might have been ready for marriage or not but he didn’t want his girl to get away, so he said yes. A woman instigating a marriage proposal is very much a part of women’s history month so yay. Fast forward those fifty years. Fiona and Grant live in a home once belonging to Fiona’s grandparents. They are still in love as is evident by them cross country skiing and preparing supper together each night. For the first ten minutes at bed time they are intimate in a way only a couple married fifty years can be. Yet, Fiona has started to be more forgetful than usual. She writes reminders to herself of where things in the house are located and gets lost on her way to the store. Without the need for Grant to take her for a medical evaluation, I knew this was the beginning of Alzheimer’s without Munro having to give a name to it. Grant, not knowing how to care for his wife in her mentally deteriorating state while still desiring a semblance of normality for himself, places her in a local continuum of care facility. This is all too familiar to me but I read wanting to know the outcome.
For the first month, residents may not receive visitors so as to acclimate themselves to their new home. Grant uses this time to reflect on his past marital infidelities. A college professor, he taught classes dominated by women. Perhaps he had the reputation on campus of being a hunk and young college girls always seem to have a crush on a professor or two, as they are human, after all. Grant, Munro notes, engaged in multiple affairs until eventually the university forced him out. His now tainted reputation spoke for itself and he became much of a liability to the college’s own reputation. One thing Grant always did was return to Fiona each night. He remained devoted to her and never stopped loving or sleeping with her. This made the transition to the nursing home all the more painful for him because his wife of fifty years, of whom he remained a devoted husband, could barely remember who he was. Other readers note that maybe Munro had never encountered Alzheimer’s patients before, but I find this story realistic and fleshed out for its short length. Others think that Grant did not advocate enough but he did with the nursing staff. Each Alzheimer’s case is different and some people do deteriorate quickly. Sadly, it seems like Fiona is one of those unlucky ones.
One memory I have is the closet full of Boost in my grandmother’s apartment before my father and his siblings moved her into an assisted living facility. She could have lived for ten years drinking Boost, and once Fiona gets depressed, that is exactly what the nursing staff had her drink. This hit just a little too close to home. Also the love interest in the facility. It did not occur to my grandma because she was too far gone at the time, but Fiona does develop a love interest, and one can only wonder the emotions Grant is feeling at the time. I do wonder is what the residents experience is love or comfort in knowing that someone else is close by. The reason being is that most Alzheimer’s patients cannot remember what they ate on a given day, but they will remember things from their childhood. When it became apparent that my grandmother no longer knew who I was, I took solace in knowing that with prodding she remembering the art museum and her favorite baseball player. Fiona remembered a boyfriend from her youth and that her family originally came from Iceland. This normalized the story for me, and I envisioned Fiona’s mind churning as she tried to place who Grant is as she apologized for not being good with names. I do not think I could make it through that particular scene on film without breaking down.
The Bear Came Over the Mountain might be a short story. Most of the time I do not gravitate toward short stories because they do not flesh out characters in the short amount of space allotted to them. Alice Munro made a career out of creating short stories. When she was awarded the Nobel Prize, it was not due to one specific work but for her career as a short story writer. One of my goals this year is to attempt to read a few short stories a month, usually by master writers who began their careers by writing stories prior to the publication of their novels. Munro is in a category of her own in that her novels were in actuality interlocking short stories. These would flesh out characters over the course of a number of stories featuring them. Whether or not readers thought that Fiona was a realistic portrayal of an Alzheimer’s patient or not, she came across as believable to me. Her relationship with Grant and how he coped with her deterioration brought back unhappy memories to me. My grandmother lived to be ninety. She lived a long life and got to know her great grandchildren. I just wish that those last ten years were not within the auspices of this disease that still does not have a cure. Alice Munro brought it all back. I know that I have just read a quality story when I am feeling the emotions I normally experience after reading a full length novel. I look forward to finally delving into more of her body of work.
4.5 stars