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A wilderness station: selected stories, 1968 - 1994
**Winner of the Nobel Prize in Literature**
This first-ever selection of Alice Munro's stories sums up her genius. Her territory is the secrets that cackle beneath the façade of everyday lives, the pain and promises, loves and fears of apparently ordinary men and women whom she renders extraordinary and unforgettable.
This volume brings together the best of Munro's stories, from 1968 through to 1994. The second selected volume of her stories, 1995-2014 is published by Vintage Classics as Family Furnishings
This first-ever selection of Alice Munro's stories sums up her genius. Her territory is the secrets that cackle beneath the façade of everyday lives, the pain and promises, loves and fears of apparently ordinary men and women whom she renders extraordinary and unforgettable.
This volume brings together the best of Munro's stories, from 1968 through to 1994. The second selected volume of her stories, 1995-2014 is published by Vintage Classics as Family Furnishings
432 pages, Paperback
First published September 15, 2015
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About the author
Alice Munro
241 books6,605 followersCollections of short stories of noted Canadian writer Alice Munro of life in rural Ontario include
Dance of the Happy Shades
(1968) and
Moons of Jupiter
(1982); for these and vivid novels, she won the Nobel Prize of 2013 for literature.
People widely consider her premier fiction of the world. Munro thrice received governor general's award. She focuses on human relationships through the lens of daily life. People thus refer to this "the Canadian Chekhov."
(Arabic: أليس مونرو)
(Persian: آلیس مانرو)
(Russian Cyrillic: Элис Манро)
(Ukrainian Cyrillic: Еліс Манро)
(Bulgarian Cyrillic: Алис Мънро)
(Slovak: Alice Munroová)
(Serbian: Alis Manro)
People widely consider her premier fiction of the world. Munro thrice received governor general's award. She focuses on human relationships through the lens of daily life. People thus refer to this "the Canadian Chekhov."
(Arabic: أليس مونرو)
(Persian: آلیس مانرو)
(Russian Cyrillic: Элис Манро)
(Ukrainian Cyrillic: Еліс Манро)
(Bulgarian Cyrillic: Алис Мънро)
(Slovak: Alice Munroová)
(Serbian: Alis Manro)
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August 31, 2023
Alice Munro's work has been a wonderful discovery. I can’t recommend her two selected volumes of stories enough—this one and another called Family Furnishings.
Just as John Cheever showed us the lives of men and women working in offices in Manhattan and living in suburban Westchester, New York, so Munro shows us a previously unknown life and culture in the great Canadian states. Anton Chekhov's stories of the Russian steppe offer a similar parallel.
All the stories are terrific but my favorites in this volume include “The Beggar Maid,” “Friend of My Youth,” “Differently,” “Carried Away,” and “The Albanian Virgin.” Please read them.
Just as John Cheever showed us the lives of men and women working in offices in Manhattan and living in suburban Westchester, New York, so Munro shows us a previously unknown life and culture in the great Canadian states. Anton Chekhov's stories of the Russian steppe offer a similar parallel.
All the stories are terrific but my favorites in this volume include “The Beggar Maid,” “Friend of My Youth,” “Differently,” “Carried Away,” and “The Albanian Virgin.” Please read them.
November 9, 2017
A violent death is addressed from different perspectives in a collection of letters. The brother of the deceased, the young wife, chosen from an Orphanage by the husband-to-be, the Methodist minister in the area and the Presbyterian priest from the neighbouring village where the wife escapes after her husband's death give their account of the same facts, allowing the reader to put the pieces together.
The last section of the story has a dreamy quality where the wife, now an old woman, retells the same event, mixing it with the nightmares that plagued her after the tragedy she witnessed and the reader can't help but wonder whether dreams are far more accurate than any of the other accounts.
What is clearly displayed, in a very skilful manner, is the socially accepted gender violence and all the stigmas related to a young woman who decides to remain unmarried out of fear, or simply, out of dignity.
The last section of the story has a dreamy quality where the wife, now an old woman, retells the same event, mixing it with the nightmares that plagued her after the tragedy she witnessed and the reader can't help but wonder whether dreams are far more accurate than any of the other accounts.
What is clearly displayed, in a very skilful manner, is the socially accepted gender violence and all the stigmas related to a young woman who decides to remain unmarried out of fear, or simply, out of dignity.
October 23, 2019
As insightful and all-knowing (and true) as any story writer (Tolstoy often feels like the nearest equivalent; the shared ability to see the wider picture while never losing a forensic intimacy). The stories collected in A Wilderness Station are consistently startling in their perceptive reach, beautifully wrought and vaguely terrifying, such is their immaculate sense of completion, of being absolute, finished in the sense that they each say everything that needs to be or could possibly be said. Each piece is a world to extrapolate, a replete glimpse that unfolds to travel as far as most novels. Magnificent and overwhelming: one story a day is more than enough.
'Once, when my children were little, my father said to me, “You know those years you were growing up – well, that’s all just a kind of a blur to me. I can’t sort out one year from another.” I was offended. I remembered each separate year with pain and clarity. I could have told how old I was when I went to look at the evening dresses in the window of Benbow’s Ladies’ Wear. Every week through the winter a new dress, spotlit – the sequins and tulle, the rose and lilac, sapphire, daffodil – and me a cold worshipper on the slushy sidewalk. I could have told how old I was when I forged my mother’s signature on a bad report card, when I had measles, when we papered the front room.
But the years when Judith and Nichola were little, when I lived with their father – yes, blur is the word for it.
I remember hanging out diapers, bringing in and folding diapers; I can recall the kitchen counters of two houses and where the clothesbasket sat. I remember the television programs – Popeye the Sailor, The Three Stooges, Funorama. When Funorama came on it was time to turn on the lights and cook supper. But I couldn’t tell the years apart. We lived outside Vancouver in a dormitory suburb: Dormir, Dormer, Dormouse – something like that. I was sleepy all the houses and where the clothesbasket sat. I remember the television programs – Popeye the Sailor, The Three Stooges, Funorama. When Funorama came on it was time to turn on the lights and cook supper. But I couldn’t tell the years apart.
We lived outside Vancouver in a dormitory suburb: Dormir, Dormer, Dormouse – something like that. I was sleepy all the time then; pregnancy made me sleepy, and the night feedings, and the west coast rain falling. Dark dripping cedars, shiny dripping laurel; wives yawning, napping, visiting, drinking coffee, and folding diapers; husbands coming home at night from the city across the water. Every night I kissed my homecoming husband in his wet Burberry and hoped he might wake me up; I served up meat and potatoes and one of the four vegetables he permitted. He ate with a violent appetite, then fell asleep on the living-room sofa. We had become a cartoon couple, more middle-aged in our twenties than we would be in middle age.
Those bumbling years are the years our children will remember all their lives. Corners of the yards I never visited will stay in their heads.'
'Once, when my children were little, my father said to me, “You know those years you were growing up – well, that’s all just a kind of a blur to me. I can’t sort out one year from another.” I was offended. I remembered each separate year with pain and clarity. I could have told how old I was when I went to look at the evening dresses in the window of Benbow’s Ladies’ Wear. Every week through the winter a new dress, spotlit – the sequins and tulle, the rose and lilac, sapphire, daffodil – and me a cold worshipper on the slushy sidewalk. I could have told how old I was when I forged my mother’s signature on a bad report card, when I had measles, when we papered the front room.
But the years when Judith and Nichola were little, when I lived with their father – yes, blur is the word for it.
I remember hanging out diapers, bringing in and folding diapers; I can recall the kitchen counters of two houses and where the clothesbasket sat. I remember the television programs – Popeye the Sailor, The Three Stooges, Funorama. When Funorama came on it was time to turn on the lights and cook supper. But I couldn’t tell the years apart. We lived outside Vancouver in a dormitory suburb: Dormir, Dormer, Dormouse – something like that. I was sleepy all the houses and where the clothesbasket sat. I remember the television programs – Popeye the Sailor, The Three Stooges, Funorama. When Funorama came on it was time to turn on the lights and cook supper. But I couldn’t tell the years apart.
We lived outside Vancouver in a dormitory suburb: Dormir, Dormer, Dormouse – something like that. I was sleepy all the time then; pregnancy made me sleepy, and the night feedings, and the west coast rain falling. Dark dripping cedars, shiny dripping laurel; wives yawning, napping, visiting, drinking coffee, and folding diapers; husbands coming home at night from the city across the water. Every night I kissed my homecoming husband in his wet Burberry and hoped he might wake me up; I served up meat and potatoes and one of the four vegetables he permitted. He ate with a violent appetite, then fell asleep on the living-room sofa. We had become a cartoon couple, more middle-aged in our twenties than we would be in middle age.
Those bumbling years are the years our children will remember all their lives. Corners of the yards I never visited will stay in their heads.'
December 8, 2016
My favorite writer, no question. As soon as I finish a story I want to reread, to catch the little nuances, to try to solve the mysteries left unanswered. Every story I start I think, "Oh this one is my favorite!" I think my favorites right now are Friend of my Youth, Fits, Miles City; Montana, Albanian Virgin, and definitely the name sake, A Wilderness Station. The partially explained motives and realistic reactions to shock in these stories gift them with a wonderful creepiness that I can enjoy over and over!
July 3, 2018
3.6 for the entire collection. Munro has a lot good elements to her writing, but she also focuses on a lot of themes that I'm not a fan of. Review to come.
April 7, 2020
In honor of Vintage being so rad and knowing exactly what book lovers want, (by reprinting this part one selected stories as a "companion" to her most recent, kudos Vintage, the previous cover was bad!), I'm going to try to read one story a night or so, until I finish both volumes!
April 24, 2025
I had resolved to read only the first 33% of this book, the stories published prior to the appearance of the Moons of Jupiter, and then to pick up with the separate volumes (a few of which I had read last year and now hope reread). Though early, these stories were fabulous, and some of them were magnificent.
”Walker Brothers Cowboy" - 5
”Dance of the Happy Shades" - 3.5
”Postcard" - 4.5
”Images" —
”Something I've Been Meaning to Tell You" - 4.5
”The Ottawa Valley"- 4
* ”Material" - 5+
—
[Flo and Rose stories, from The Beggar’s Maid
”Royal Beatings" - 4
”Wild Swans" 4.5
”The Beggar Maid" - 5
”Simon's Luck" - 5
”Walker Brothers Cowboy" - 5
”Dance of the Happy Shades" - 3.5
”Postcard" - 4.5
”Images" —
”Something I've Been Meaning to Tell You" - 4.5
”The Ottawa Valley"- 4
* ”Material" - 5+
—
[Flo and Rose stories, from The Beggar’s Maid
”Royal Beatings" - 4
”Wild Swans" 4.5
”The Beggar Maid" - 5
”Simon's Luck" - 5
December 18, 2025
Sehr schöne, tiefgreifende Geschichten, aber etwas schwächer als andere Sammlungen von ihr.
September 10, 2024
I was recommended this by a friend when I said that I thought, after several disappointing reads, that perhaps I just didn't like the short story format. As my friend expected, this changed my mind. These stories contained depth, nuance, a feeling of real time, plus amazingly, subtly, sharply delivered observations on human behaviours that were delivered in such a seemingly, impossibly matter-of-fact way. I was sad to discover there's some controversy come up about her past, that may make reading her problematic, but this is a collection that demonstrates an amazing talent, that I'm glad I've finally been introduced to!
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September 18, 2016This is a huge (664 pages) volume of stories the great Canadian short story writer Alice Munro wrote between 1968 an 1994. I read only a few pages a week in this book, and it took me at least a year to finish it. There were some stories in this volume I liked, but too many of them covered adultery in its many permutations to suit my taste. There are stories about middle-aged married women committing the deadly sin with single men, with married men, with younger men, with older men. There are stories about young single women having adulterous relationships with young married men, with middle-age married men, with older married men; married young women having illicit sex with men of various ages and dispositions, etc. I thought hockey was the national sport of Canada, but maybe it's something else.
May 2, 2021
Alice Munro reigns “supreme” as the queen of the short story. She packs so much depth into the characters’ viewpoints and lives, as well as the way in which she tells the story. On the surface, it appears simple; but it is so much more than the reader ever expects. I highly recommend this collection of short stories.
November 4, 2023
What a lovely collection of short stories! She effortlessly immerses you in the environment and endears even the meanest characters to you. She truly knows how to make the ordinary extraordinary. My only criticism is that it sometimes feels like Munro is quite cynical about love and relationships.
June 19, 2021
This is a lovely anthology that was pushed together somehow to make a huge work that I have been wading through for a couple of weeks now, simultaneously enjoying each story and wanting to be done in the way that you do when a book is cobbled together in a way it wasn't meant to be.
Understand that the stories are good and often wonderful. But it's a deep lake of a work, and if you do more than dip your toe in each story, you won't make it out without getting exhausted.
There is a lot in here. Some stories are short and nostalgic. There is a whole book of stories around one woman. Some of the stories are almost novellas, and you wish there were more, and they are of all types. Yes, it does show the breadth of her abilities, which is nice since it has a Nobel Prize label on it, but it's not a good book to try to read. It would be fantastic to have at home and read a story every now and then between other books, or wonderful to read as a book club, a story every week or two. It is not ideal to read through, because the stories don't get to sit with you long enough, and you don't have the time for your brain to process and think, "oh wait- maybe her boyfriend didn't die after all!" like you would if you were reading a longer book and spending multiple days with the characters instead of reading three stories in one day.
And Munro does leave mysteries and hints. The stories are not inherently difficult to follow, but they do ask you to make inferences, and I did get the feeling several times that there was more to a story than what met my eye.
I'd also suggest that these stories be avoided by the very young. Most of them seem to come from the point of view of parents of adult children, and the themes would probably not be interesting to many under about age 50. There are stories of betrayal, missing out, divorce- many, many stories of divorce, distancing, coming to terms with the past, different memories of life events, poverty... several stories involving starting a new life, either as a young teen fleeing misery and bad parenting, or an older woman fleeing misery and bad marriage. A lot about hometowns and moving, about perversity and the inability to be who we want to be. Some about disease and death, about pockets of strangeness in families and towns, about attractions that make no sense and relationships that don't know where to go.
They are all about people- history, dialog, letters, and the towns in Canada (usually small towns, though occasionally outside Toronto or Victoria) where they live and travel.
I enjoyed every story at least a little, and some very much, though as I said, I'd have liked to have spent more time with most of them. They are sobering. None is filled with light and joy, but they are the heavier, "serious" fiction for adults that leaves one fearing for one's marriage and children at every step because the complexities of life are the focus, and no facile solutions exist, and her focus on this and the ages she writes about don't let you look away.
Many of the stories take place in the past, from the 1800s through the mid 1950s. Few seem to be contemporary to when she wrote them. They are heavily white-- I don't remember race coming up at all, which seems strange for stories written so recently-- whereas sexuality did occasionally. The only modern aspects to the stories comes when she flips between times or characters, and in the focus on women (and some men) and adult children. Very few stories I've read have had much of anything to say about families of young adults (usually not focusing so much on these younger people except in their relationship to older ones) through about age sixty, and these stories show that there is, in fact, a lot to say.
Understand that the stories are good and often wonderful. But it's a deep lake of a work, and if you do more than dip your toe in each story, you won't make it out without getting exhausted.
There is a lot in here. Some stories are short and nostalgic. There is a whole book of stories around one woman. Some of the stories are almost novellas, and you wish there were more, and they are of all types. Yes, it does show the breadth of her abilities, which is nice since it has a Nobel Prize label on it, but it's not a good book to try to read. It would be fantastic to have at home and read a story every now and then between other books, or wonderful to read as a book club, a story every week or two. It is not ideal to read through, because the stories don't get to sit with you long enough, and you don't have the time for your brain to process and think, "oh wait- maybe her boyfriend didn't die after all!" like you would if you were reading a longer book and spending multiple days with the characters instead of reading three stories in one day.
And Munro does leave mysteries and hints. The stories are not inherently difficult to follow, but they do ask you to make inferences, and I did get the feeling several times that there was more to a story than what met my eye.
I'd also suggest that these stories be avoided by the very young. Most of them seem to come from the point of view of parents of adult children, and the themes would probably not be interesting to many under about age 50. There are stories of betrayal, missing out, divorce- many, many stories of divorce, distancing, coming to terms with the past, different memories of life events, poverty... several stories involving starting a new life, either as a young teen fleeing misery and bad parenting, or an older woman fleeing misery and bad marriage. A lot about hometowns and moving, about perversity and the inability to be who we want to be. Some about disease and death, about pockets of strangeness in families and towns, about attractions that make no sense and relationships that don't know where to go.
They are all about people- history, dialog, letters, and the towns in Canada (usually small towns, though occasionally outside Toronto or Victoria) where they live and travel.
I enjoyed every story at least a little, and some very much, though as I said, I'd have liked to have spent more time with most of them. They are sobering. None is filled with light and joy, but they are the heavier, "serious" fiction for adults that leaves one fearing for one's marriage and children at every step because the complexities of life are the focus, and no facile solutions exist, and her focus on this and the ages she writes about don't let you look away.
Many of the stories take place in the past, from the 1800s through the mid 1950s. Few seem to be contemporary to when she wrote them. They are heavily white-- I don't remember race coming up at all, which seems strange for stories written so recently-- whereas sexuality did occasionally. The only modern aspects to the stories comes when she flips between times or characters, and in the focus on women (and some men) and adult children. Very few stories I've read have had much of anything to say about families of young adults (usually not focusing so much on these younger people except in their relationship to older ones) through about age sixty, and these stories show that there is, in fact, a lot to say.
December 18, 2017
A N. American Chekhov.
Alice Munro paints each idiosyncratic family scenario with the intricacy of a leaf, and holds it up to the sunlight for you to appreciate. Some veins go here and there, or terminate or not, but once one of her short stories is finished you put the lead down and pick up another.
Whereas they excel in their very "this"ness (As reviewer James Wood has put it) they lack a little in emotional heft, at least for me. It's unique to see so many female protagonists, though.
Alice Munro paints each idiosyncratic family scenario with the intricacy of a leaf, and holds it up to the sunlight for you to appreciate. Some veins go here and there, or terminate or not, but once one of her short stories is finished you put the lead down and pick up another.
Whereas they excel in their very "this"ness (As reviewer James Wood has put it) they lack a little in emotional heft, at least for me. It's unique to see so many female protagonists, though.
March 17, 2018
Tremendously creative literary work; it feels as if the stories are casual and ostensibly simple; you only realize the genius as you get into them.
June 16, 2021
Alice Munro is probably the best contemporary short story writer writing in the English language. That said, many of her stories are long, frustrating, and seldom does the overall effect of any individual story leave you with some epiphany. More often you're left wondering what some of the stories are about. What she does incredibly well, however, is capture small moments in rural life, grievances, annoyances, events that can stick with a person years after they have occurred. I am not doing her work justice by speaking in generalities, so let me tell you about some of my favorites here.
"Walker Brothers Cowboy" is about a young girl who goes out with her father on his door-to-door salesman route and is surprised when he stops at the house of a woman with whom he's familiar. To say any more would be to spoil the story. But this one captures well those times in life when as children we get a peek at forthcoming adulthood, especially the kinds of adult behaviors which seem so peculiar to us as children.
"Postcard" is about a woman who receives postcards from a man with whom she has had a kind of relationship, but then suddenly the postcards stop coming and she finds out the man is no longer traveling but returning home and marrying someone else.
I'll stop there. This is a collection worth reading. And I'm sure the writing will reward multiple reads.
"Walker Brothers Cowboy" is about a young girl who goes out with her father on his door-to-door salesman route and is surprised when he stops at the house of a woman with whom he's familiar. To say any more would be to spoil the story. But this one captures well those times in life when as children we get a peek at forthcoming adulthood, especially the kinds of adult behaviors which seem so peculiar to us as children.
"Postcard" is about a woman who receives postcards from a man with whom she has had a kind of relationship, but then suddenly the postcards stop coming and she finds out the man is no longer traveling but returning home and marrying someone else.
I'll stop there. This is a collection worth reading. And I'm sure the writing will reward multiple reads.
September 18, 2020
While I preferred Family Furnishings (1995-2014), this was still a wonderful collection of short stories from a master storyteller. Alice Munro found a formula for writing her stories and stuck with it. She creates snapshots over a character's life- often back and forth in time that not only convey a strange twist or an unexpected understory, but also the deeply develops insight into the character's psyche. It's a rather simple technique, but genius at the same time. She gives just enough, careful not to spell everything out. This allows you to make your own connections, draw your own conclusions. The endings are often subtle in a way that superficially seem a bit bathetic, but they are actually quite clever, leaving you with a lot to think about. She repeats this style over and over but I never got tired of it. Each story plot was so original that I couldn't wait to get to the next one. It's no surprise that she won a Nobel for her vast and consistently superb work..
February 11, 2019
I haven't finished reading every story—just the ones assigned for my class—but I've read a good part of the collection so I'm rating based on those. I do plan on reading the rest when I have the time!
I didn't think I would like these as much as I do, but there's just something about Alice Munro's work that captivates me. Her stories have this quiet, nostalgic feeling, and the way she writes can so deeply affect you even with her simple style. It's such a surprising treat! Her ambiguous endings do bother me a bit, because I prefer a more concrete ending, but I can't ignore that they get you thinking.
Favorites: "Carried Away," "The Albanian Virgin," "Something I've Been Meaning to Tell You"
I didn't think I would like these as much as I do, but there's just something about Alice Munro's work that captivates me. Her stories have this quiet, nostalgic feeling, and the way she writes can so deeply affect you even with her simple style. It's such a surprising treat! Her ambiguous endings do bother me a bit, because I prefer a more concrete ending, but I can't ignore that they get you thinking.
Favorites: "Carried Away," "The Albanian Virgin," "Something I've Been Meaning to Tell You"
September 12, 2020
These short stories are stunning. Munro has a capacity for capturing small, chilling moments in interpersonal landscapes that ring exactly true. These moments are generally not joyful, or even pleasant. They often resonate with disillusionment, betrayal, disconnection. There are not very many happily ever after’s. In The Progress of Love, love is exemplified by a husband supporting his wife in her action of burning up $3000, because it came from her father, whom she reviled. But most of the dyads described reflect darker, lonelier sentiments.
October 22, 2018
Each story is a meditation and a mystery, deeply felt and unknowable. While most of them are set in rural Canada decades ago, they live outside of time and place and speak to those most hidden parts of ourselves. I will be returning to this collection again and again.
Favorites:
"Dance of the Happy Shades"
"The Beggar Maid"
"Fits"
"The Albanian Virgin"
Favorites:
"Dance of the Happy Shades"
"The Beggar Maid"
"Fits"
"The Albanian Virgin"
February 17, 2024
I had somehow stupidly never read anything by Alice Munro before, and now I am convinced she is one of the all-time great short story writers. This collection that spans over 25 years provides an excellent look at how Munro's topics and writing evolved over time.
February 11, 2018
I was totally blind-sided by Ms. Monro and fell crushingly, head-over-heels in love with her via Wilderness Station. Going in for more with Family Furnishings next.
January 19, 2022
Any book containing Munro's short stories is a wonderful book, this one has 28 early career gems.
April 3, 2023
Stunningly good.
December 10, 2024
Blows my fucking hair back
April 5, 2025
An amazing collection!!!
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May 17, 2025Read it for my "World Literature" course.
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December 30, 2025Read so far:
from Dance of the Happy Shades (1968):
Walker brothers cowboy --
Dance of the happy shades --
Postcard --
Images --
***
The office --
Day of the butterfly --
Boys and girls --
The Peace of Utrecht --
Thanks for the ride --
The time of death --
from Something I've Been Meaning to Tell You (1974):
Something I've been meaning to tell you --
The Ottawa Valley --
Material --
***
How I met my husband --
from Who Do You Think You Are? (1977):
Royal beatings --
Wild swans --
The beggar maid --
Simon's luck --
***
Spelling --
from The Moons of Jupiter (1983):
Chaddeleys and Flemings --
Dulse --2
The turkey season --
Labor Day dinner --
The moons of Jupiter --
***
Bardon bus --
from The Progress of Love (1986):
The progress of love --
Lichen --
Miles City, Montana --3
White dump --
Fits --
***
Monsieur les deux chapeaux --
Circle of prayer --
from Friend of My Youth (1990):
Friend of my youth --3
Meneseteung --3
Differently --
***
Goodness and mercy --
Wigtime --
from Open Secrets (1994):
Carried away --
The Albanian virgin --
A wilderness station --
Vandals --
***
A real life --
Open secrets --
from Dance of the Happy Shades (1968):
Walker brothers cowboy --
Dance of the happy shades --
Postcard --
Images --
***
The office --
Day of the butterfly --
Boys and girls --
The Peace of Utrecht --
Thanks for the ride --
The time of death --
from Something I've Been Meaning to Tell You (1974):
Something I've been meaning to tell you --
The Ottawa Valley --
Material --
***
How I met my husband --
from Who Do You Think You Are? (1977):
Royal beatings --
Wild swans --
The beggar maid --
Simon's luck --
***
Spelling --
from The Moons of Jupiter (1983):
Chaddeleys and Flemings --
Dulse --2
The turkey season --
Labor Day dinner --
The moons of Jupiter --
***
Bardon bus --
from The Progress of Love (1986):
The progress of love --
Lichen --
Miles City, Montana --3
White dump --
Fits --
***
Monsieur les deux chapeaux --
Circle of prayer --
from Friend of My Youth (1990):
Friend of my youth --3
Meneseteung --3
Differently --
***
Goodness and mercy --
Wigtime --
from Open Secrets (1994):
Carried away --
The Albanian virgin --
A wilderness station --
Vandals --
***
A real life --
Open secrets --
August 31, 2020
There was a dip in the beginning with the strength of the stories, but it finished so strong and beautifully that I couldn't give this less than 5 stars. I am an ardent Munro fan.
December 18, 2022
from Dance of the Happy Shades (1968):
Walker Brothers Cowboy
Dance of the Happy Shades
Postcard
Images
from Something I've Been Meaning to Tell You (1974):
Something I've Been Meaning to Tell You
The Ottawa Valley
Material
from The Beggar Maid (1978):
Royal Beatings
Wild Swans
The Beggar Maid
Simon's Luck
from The Moons of Jupiter (1982):
Chaddeleys and Flemings:
1. The Connection
2. The Stone in the Field
Dulse
The Turkey Season
Labor Day Dinner
The Moons of Jupiter
from The Progress of Love (1986):
The Progress of Love
Lichen
Miles City, Montana
White Dump
Fits
from Friend of My Youth (1990):
Friend of My Youth
Meneseteung
Differently
from Open Secrets (1994):
Carried Away
The Albanian Virgin
A Wilderness Station
Vandals
Walker Brothers Cowboy
Dance of the Happy Shades
Postcard
Images
from Something I've Been Meaning to Tell You (1974):
Something I've Been Meaning to Tell You
The Ottawa Valley
Material
from The Beggar Maid (1978):
Royal Beatings
Wild Swans
The Beggar Maid
Simon's Luck
from The Moons of Jupiter (1982):
Chaddeleys and Flemings:
1. The Connection
2. The Stone in the Field
Dulse
The Turkey Season
Labor Day Dinner
The Moons of Jupiter
from The Progress of Love (1986):
The Progress of Love
Lichen
Miles City, Montana
White Dump
Fits
from Friend of My Youth (1990):
Friend of My Youth
Meneseteung
Differently
from Open Secrets (1994):
Carried Away
The Albanian Virgin
A Wilderness Station
Vandals
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