Alice Munro parla del suo nuovo libro di racconti, Dear Life (Knopf), con Deborah Treisman.
You’ve
written so much about young women who feel trapped in marriage and motherhood
and cast around for something more to life. You also married very young and had
two daughters by the time you were in your mid-twenties. How difficult was it
to balance your obligations as a wife and a mother and your ambitions as a
writer?
It wasn’t the housework or the children that dragged
me down. I’d done housework all my life. It was the sort of open rule that
women who tried to do anything so weird as writing were unseemly and possibly
neglectful. I did, however, find friends—other women who joked and read
covertly and we had a very good time.
The trouble was the writing itself, which was often NO GOOD. I was going
through an apprenticeship I hadn’t expected. Luck had it that there was a big
cry at the time about WHERE IS OUR CANADIAN LITERATURE? So some people in
Toronto noticed my uneasy offerings and helped me along. newyorker.
It
wasn’t the housework or the children that dragged me down. I’d done
housework all my life. It was the sort of open rule that women who tried
to do anything so weird as writing were unseemly and possibly
neglectful. I did, however, find friends—other women who joked and read
covertly and we had a very good time.
The trouble was the writing itself, which was often NO GOOD. I was
going through an apprenticeship I hadn’t expected. Luck had it that
there was a big cry at the time about WHERE IS OUR CANADIAN LITERATURE?
So some people in Toronto noticed my uneasy offerings and helped me
along.
Read more:
http://www.newyorker.com/online/blogs/books/2012/11/on-dear-life-an-interview-with-alice-munro.html#ixzz2D9SwUSv3
You’ve
written so much about young women who feel trapped in marriage and
motherhood and cast around for something more to life. You also married
very young and had two daughters by the time you were in your
mid-twenties. How difficult was it to balance your obligations as a wife
and a mother and your ambitions as a writer?
It wasn’t the housework or the children that dragged me down. I’d
done housework all my life. It was the sort of open rule that women who
tried to do anything so weird as writing were unseemly and possibly
neglectful. I did, however, find friends—other women who joked and read
covertly and we had a very good time.
The trouble was the writing itself, which was often NO GOOD. I was
going through an apprenticeship I hadn’t expected. Luck had it that
there was a big cry at the time about WHERE IS OUR CANADIAN LITERATURE?
So some people in Toronto noticed my uneasy offerings and helped me
along.
Read more:
http://www.newyorker.com/online/blogs/books/2012/11/on-dear-life-an-interview-with-alice-munro.html#ixzz2D9S5FoZY
You’ve
written so much about young women who feel trapped in marriage and
motherhood and cast around for something more to life. You also married
very young and had two daughters by the time you were in your
mid-twenties. How difficult was it to balance your obligations as a wife
and a mother and your ambitions as a writer?
It wasn’t the housework or the children that dragged me down. I’d
done housework all my life. It was the sort of open rule that women who
tried to do anything so weird as writing were unseemly and possibly
neglectful. I did, however, find friends—other women who joked and read
covertly and we had a very good time.
The trouble was the writing itself, which was often NO GOOD. I was
going through an apprenticeship I hadn’t expected. Luck had it that
there was a big cry at the time about WHERE IS OUR CANADIAN LITERATURE?
So some people in Toronto noticed my uneasy offerings and helped me
along.
Read more:
http://www.newyorker.com/online/blogs/books/2012/11/on-dear-life-an-interview-with-alice-munro.html#ixzz2D9S5FoZY
You’ve
written so much about young women who feel trapped in marriage and
motherhood and cast around for something more to life. You also married
very young and had two daughters by the time you were in your
mid-twenties. How difficult was it to balance your obligations as a wife
and a mother and your ambitions as a writer?
It wasn’t the housework or the children that dragged me down. I’d
done housework all my life. It was the sort of open rule that women who
tried to do anything so weird as writing were unseemly and possibly
neglectful. I did, however, find friends—other women who joked and read
covertly and we had a very good time.
The trouble was the writing itself, which was often NO GOOD. I was
going through an apprenticeship I hadn’t expected. Luck had it that
there was a big cry at the time about WHERE IS OUR CANADIAN LITERATURE?
So some people in Toronto noticed my uneasy offerings and helped me
along.
Read more:
http://www.newyorker.com/online/blogs/books/2012/11/on-dear-life-an-interview-with-alice-munro.html#ixzz2D9S5FoZY
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