That Alice Munro titled her last volume of short stories Dear Life could not have been a surprise to her devoted readers. In even the most merciless stories in the 14 volumes she has published since 1968, she has seemed steadily to embrace the energy of life itself. Fear and pain exist, but there is always something beyond the worst events – if not redemption or better times, then at least understanding or the outline of meaning. To me, this seems to be the quest of a writer who is above all curious, above all an investigator.
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