Yesterday I read my first-ever Alice Munro short story.
I was dazed at the close.
She brings her reader to a place that is unsettling, strange and yet known, and leaves them there, letting them draw their own conclusions, so much said unsaid. Perhaps that is the best way, a quicksilver shorthand that the clued-in reader grasps, and for the rest it does not matter.
Amazing mastery of the craft.

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http://www.newyorker.com/archive/1999/12/27/1999_12_27_110_TNY_LIBRY_000019900