As has always been the case in the writing of Alice Munro, the 2013 Nobel laureate for literature, one need examine only a small fragment of a single story to see the full implications of her work as a whole.
My new boss, Chick, was a morbidly obese manic off his meds who hailed from a tiny town I’d never heard of—Wassily, Louisiana—a town so small, Chick claimed, the shotgun shacks only had space for pistols. In summers, he told me, you...
About a year ago, Sergey had stopped looking for a job. He now spent his time scouting the internet, hoping to come up with an app idea that would make him successful. It was the banal apps that sold. If only Sergey could think of something...
