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Alice Munro

When awarding Alice Munro the Nobel Prize in Literature, in 2013, the Swedish Academy described the Canadian writer as a “master of the contemporary short story.” Munro, whom James Wood calls “our Chekhov,” published more than sixty stories in The New Yorker since her first work, “Royal Beatings,” appeared in the magazine in 1977. Her work is graphically regional—readers have come to know Huron County, the area in southwestern Ontario where many of her stories are set, as “Munro country”—but it is also fundamentally and essentially universal. Perusing the titles of her books tells you something about her frequent subject matter: “Lives of Girls and Women,” “The Love of a Good Woman,” “Hateship, Friendship, Courtship, Loveship, Marriage.” Munro takes on love, marriage, and motherhood, but she also writes about the darker sides of life—from abandonment and loss to illness and even murder. Her ultimate subject is human nature, both its delights and its critical failings. In addition to the Nobel, she received the Man Booker International Prize for lifetime achievement, the O. Henry Award for continuing achievement, and the Governor General’s Literary Award, Canada’s highest literary distinction. Munro died in May, 2024, at age ninety-two.

Selected Stories

The Bear Came Over the Mountain

“He wanted never to be away from her. She had the spark of life.”
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Dimension

“None of the people she worked with knew what had happened. Or, if they did, they didn’t let on.”
A person on a swing outdoors.

Passion

“In Maury’s car, or out on the grass under the stars, she was willing. And Maury was ready, but not willing.”

The Albanian Virgin

“I had made a desperate change in my life, and in spite of the regrets I suffered every day, I was proud of that.”

All Fiction

The Bear Came Over the Mountain

“He wanted never to be away from her. She had the spark of life.”

Amundsen

“On the bench outside the station, I sat and waited.”

Haven

“I was not really surprised by what he was saying. A lot of people thought that way. Especially men.”

Leaving Maverley

“She was gone. In a not entirely unusual or unhopeful way, she was gone.”

Gravel

“When I dream of this, I am always running. And in my dreams I am running not toward the trailer but back toward the gravel pit.”

Axis

“If they had heard even the kitchen door they might have had a moment to prepare.”

Corrie

“It was the queasy feeling, the never-quite-safeness of it, the burden on their long love, that had made her unhappy.”

Some Women

“There were certain talkers—certain girls—whom people liked to listen to, not because of what they, the girls, had to say but because of the delight they took in saying it.”

All Fiction

The Bear Came Over the Mountain

“He wanted never to be away from her. She had the spark of life.”

Amundsen

“On the bench outside the station, I sat and waited.”

Haven

“I was not really surprised by what he was saying. A lot of people thought that way. Especially men.”

Leaving Maverley

“She was gone. In a not entirely unusual or unhopeful way, she was gone.”

Gravel

“When I dream of this, I am always running. And in my dreams I am running not toward the trailer but back toward the gravel pit.”

Axis

“If they had heard even the kitchen door they might have had a moment to prepare.”

Corrie

“It was the queasy feeling, the never-quite-safeness of it, the burden on their long love, that had made her unhappy.”

Some Women

“There were certain talkers—certain girls—whom people liked to listen to, not because of what they, the girls, had to say but because of the delight they took in saying it.”

New Yorker Podcasts

A Decade of the New Yorker Fiction Podcast

The past decade’s episodes have offered an unrivalled opportunity to dive into the thinking both of the authors of the stories and of the writers who chose them.

Margaret Atwood Reads Alice Munro

Margaret Atwood joins Deborah Treisman to read and discuss “Corrie,” by Alice Munro, from a 2010 issue of the magazine.

About the Author

On “Dear Life”: An Interview with Alice Munro

The author on not keeping a diary, her new collection of short stories, and her mother.

Editing Alice Munro

Attempting to improve her stories is sometimes a lesson in feeling extraneous.

Alice Munro, Our Chekhov

Few contemporary writers are more admired, and with good reason.

About the Author

On “Dear Life”: An Interview with Alice Munro

The author on not keeping a diary, her new collection of short stories, and her mother.

Editing Alice Munro

Attempting to improve her stories is sometimes a lesson in feeling extraneous.

Alice Munro, Our Chekhov

Few contemporary writers are more admired, and with good reason.

More by Alice Munro

Remember Roger Mortimer

Dear Life

Lying Under the Apple Tree

More by Alice Munro

Remember Roger Mortimer

Dear Life

Lying Under the Apple Tree