Monday, January 17, 2005

Runaway

Oh, man, does Alice Munro ever take the term "sacrificial goat" to a whole 'nother plane. Wow.

I'm going to parcel these stories out slowly. They're too rich for fast consumption.

A taste:

"It was as if she had a murderous needle somewhere in her lungs, and by breathing carefully, she could avoid feeling it. But every once in a while she had to take a deep breath, and it was still there."

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