Alice Ann Munro
ALICE MUNRO Boys and Girls
ALICE MUNRO"Boys And Girls"My father was a fox farmer. That is, he raised silver foxes, in pens; and in the fall and early winter, when their fur was prime, he killed them and skinned them and sold their pelts to the Hudson's Bay Company or the Montreal Fur Traders. These companies supplied us with heroic calendars to hang, one on each side of the kitchen door. Against a background of cold blue sky and black pine forests and treacherous northern rivers, plumed adventures planted the flags of England and or of France; magnificent savages bent their backs to the portage.For several weeks before Christmas, my father worked after supper in the cellar of our house. the cellar was whitewashed , and lit by a hundred-watt bulb over the worktable. My brother Laird and I sat on the top step and watched. My father removed the pelt inside-out from the body of the fox, which looked surprisingly small, mean, and rat-like, deprived of its arrogant weight of fur. The naked, slippery bodies were collected in a sack and buried in the dump. One time the hired man, Henry Bailey, had taken a swipe at me with this sack, saying, "Christmas present!" My mother thought that was not funny. In fact she disliked the whole pelting operation--that was what the killing, skinning, and preparation of the furs was called –and wished it did not have to take place in the house. There was the smell. After the pelt had been stretched inside-out on a long board my father scraped away delicately, removing the little clotted webs of blood vessels, the bubbles of fat; the smell of blood and animal fat, which the strong primitive odor of the fox itself, penetrated all parts of the house. I found it reassuringly seasonal, like the smell of oranges and pine needles.Henry Bailey suffered from bronchial troubles. He would cough and cough until his narrow face turned scarlet, and his light blue, derisive eyes filled up with tears; then he took the lid off the stove, and, standing well back, shot out a great clot of phlegm –hss –straight into the heart of the flames. We admired his for this performance and for his ability to make his stomach growl at will, and for his laughter, which was full of high whistlings and gurglings and involved the whole faultymachinery of his chest. It was sometimes hard to tell what he was laughing at, and always possible that it might be us.After we had sent to be we could still smell fox and still hear Henry's laugh, but these things reminders of the warm, safe, brightly lit downstairs world, seemed lost and diminished, floating on the stale cold air upstairs. We were afraid at nigh in the winter. We were not afraid of outside though this was the time of year when snowdrifts curled around our house like sleeping whales and the wind harassed us all night, coming up from the buried fields, the frozen swamp, with its old bugbear chorus of threats and misery. We were afraid of inside, the room where we slept. At this time upstairs of our house was not finished. A brick chimney went up on wall. In the middle of the floor was a square hole, with a wooden railing around it; that was where the stairs came up. On the other side of the stairwell wee the things that nobody had any use for anymore – a soldiery roll of linoleum, standing on end, a wicker bay carriage, a fern basket, china jugs and basins with cracks in them, a picture of the Battle of Balaclava, very sad to look at. I had told Laird, as soon as he was old enough to understand such things, that bats and skeletons lived over there; whenever a man escaped from the county jail, twenty miles away, I imagined that he had somehow let himself in the window and was hiding behind the linoleum. But we had rules to keep us safe. When the light was on, we were safe as long as we did not step off the square of worn carpet which defined our bedroom-space; when the light was off no place was safe but the beds themselves. I had to turn out the light kneeling on the end of my bed, and stretching as far as I could to reach the cord.In the dark we lay on our beds, our narrow life rafts, and fixed our eyes on the faint light coming up the stairwell, and sang songs. Laird sang "Jingle Bells", which he would sing any time, whether it was Christmas or not, and I sang "Danny Boy". I loved the sound of my own voice, frail and supplicating, rising in the dark. We could make out the tall frosted shapes of the windows now, gloomy and white. When I came to the part, y the cold sheets but by pleasurable emotions almost silenced me. You'll kneel and say an Ave there above me —What was an Ave? Every day I forgot to find out.Laird went straight from singing to sleep, I could hear his long, satisfied, bubbly breaths. Now for the time that remained to me, the most perfectly private and perhaps the best time of the whole day, I arranged myself tightly under the covers and went on with one of the stories I was telling myself from night to night. These stories were about myself, when I had grown a little older; they took place in a world that was recognizably mine, yet one that presented opportunities for courage, boldness, and self-sacrifice, as mine never did. I rescued people from a bombed building (it discouraged me that the real war had gone on so far away from Jubilee). I shot two rabid wolves who were menacing the schoolyard (the teachers cowered terrified at my back). Rode a fine horse spiritedly down the main street of Jubilee, acknowledging the townspeople’s gratitude for some yet-to-be-worked-out piece of heroism (nobody ever rode a horse there, except King Billy in the Orangemen’s Day parade). There was always riding and shooting in these stories, though I had only been on a horse twice — the first because we did not own a saddle — and the second time I had slid right around and dropped under the horse's feet; it had stepped placidly over me. I really was learning to shoot, but could not hit anything yet, not even tin cans on fence posts.Alive, the foxes inhabited a world my father made for them. It was surrounded by a high guard fence, like a medieval town, with a gate that was padlocked at night. Along the streets of this town were ranged large, sturdy pens. Each of them had a real door that a man could go through, a wooden ramp along the wire, for the foxes to run up and down on, and a kennel —sometimes like a clothes chest with airholes —where they slept where they slept and stayed in winter and had their young. There were feeding and watering dishes attached to the wire in such a way that they could be emptied and cleaned from the outside. The dishes were made of old tin cans, and the ramps and kennels of odds and ends of old lumber. Everything was tidy and ingenious; my father was tirelessly inventive and his favorite book in the world was Robinson Crusoe. He had fitted a tin drum on a wheelbarrow, for bringing water down to the pens. This was my job in the summer, when the foxes had to have water twice a day. Between nine and ten o'clock in the morning, and again after supper. I filled the drumat the pump and trundled it down through the barnyard to the pens, where I parked it, and filled my watering can and went along the streets. Laird came too, with his little cream and green gardening can, filled too full and knocking against his legs and slopping water on his canvas shoes. I had the real watering can, my father's, though I could only carry it three-quarters full.The foxes all had names, which were printed on a tin plate and hung beside their doors. They were not named when they were born, but when they survived the first year’s pelting and were added to the b reeding stock. Those my father had named were called names like Prince, Bob, Wally, and Betty. Those I had named were called Star or Turk, or Maureen or Diana. Laird named one Maude after a hired girl we had when he was little, one Harold after a boy at school, and one Mexico, he did not say why.Naming them did not make pets out of them, or anything like it. Nobody but my father ever went into the pens, and he had twice had blood-poisoning from bites. When I was bringing them their water they prowled up and down on the paths they had made inside their pens, barking seldom —they saved that for nighttime, when they might get up a chorus of community frenzy--but always watching me, their eyes burning, clear gold, in their pointed, malevolent faces. They were beautiful for their delicate legs and heavy, aristocratic tails and the bright fur sprinkled on dark down their back —which gave them their name —but especially for their faces, drawn exquisitely sharp in pure hostility, and their golden eyes.Besides carrying water I helped my father when he cut the long grass, and the lamb's quarter and flowering money-musk, that grew between the pens. He cut with they scythe and I raked into piles. Then he took a pitchfork and threw fresh-cut grass all over the top of the pens to keep the foxes cooler and shade their coats, which were browned by too much sun. My father did not talk to me unless it was about the job we were doing. In this he was quite different from my mother, who, if she was feeling cheerful, would tell me all sorts of things – the name of a dog she had had when she was a little girl, the names of boys she had gone out with later on when she was grown up, and what certain dresses of hers had looked like – she could not imagine now what had become of them. Whatever thoughts and stories my father had wereprivate, and I was shy of him and would never ask him questions. Nevertheless I worked willingly under his eyes, and with a feeling of pride. One time a feed salesman came down into the pens to talk to him and my father said, "Like to have you meet my new hired hand." I turned away and raked furiously, red in the face with pleasure."Could of fooled me." said the salesman. "I thought it was only a girl."After the grass was cut, it seemed suddenly much later in the year. I walked on stubble in the earlier evening aware of the reddening skies, on entering silence of fall. When I wheeled the tank out of the gates and put padlocks on. It was almost dark. One night at this time I saw my mother and father standing talking on the little rise of ground we called the gangway, in front of the barn. My father had just come from the meathouse; he had his stiff bloody apron on, and a pail of cut-up meat in his hand.It was an odd thing to see my mother down at the barn. She did not often come out of the house unless it was to do something – hang out the wash or dig potatoes in the garden. She looked out of place, with her bare lumpy legs, not touched by the sun, her apron still on and damp across the stomach from the supper dishes. Her hair was tied up in a kerchief, wisps of it falling out. She would tie her hair up like this in the morning, saying she did not have time to do it properly, and it would stay tied up all day. It was true, too; she really did not have time. These days our back porch was piled with baskets of peaches and grapes and pears, bought in town, and onions an tomatoes and cucumbers grown at home, all waiting to be made into jelly and jam and preserves, pickles and chili sauce. In the kitchen there was a fire in the stove all day, jars clinked in boiling water, sometimes a cheesecloth bag was strung on a pole between two chairs straining blue-back grape pulp for jelly. I was given jobs to do and I would sit at the table peeling peaches that had been soaked in hot water, or cutting up onions, my eyes smarting and streaming. As soon as I was done I ran out of the house, trying to get out of earshot before my mother thought of what she wanted me to do next. I hated the hot dark kitchen in summer, the green blinds and the flypapers, the same old oilcloth table and wavy mirror and bumpy linoleum. My mother was too tired and preoccupied to talk to me, she had no heart to tell about the Normal SchoolGraduation Dance; sweat trickled over her face and she was always counting under breath, pointing at jars, dumping cups of sugar. It seemed to me that work in the house was endless, dreary, and peculiarly depressing; work done out of doors, and in my father's service, was ritualistically important.I wheeled the tank up tot he barn, where it was kept, and I heard my mother saying, "Wait till Laird gets a little bigger, then you'll have a real help."What my father said I did not hear. I was pleased by the way he stood listening, politely as he would to a salesman or a stranger, but with an air of wanting to get on with his real work. I felt my mother had no business down here and I wanted him to feel the same way. What did she mean about Laird? He was no help to anybody. Where was he now? Swinging himself sick on the swing, going around in circles, or trying to catch caterpillars. He never once stayed with me till I was finished."And then I can use her more in the house," I heard my mother say. She had a dead-quiet regretful way of talking about me that always made me uneasy. "I just get my back turned and she runs off. It's not like I had a girl in the family at all."I went and sat on a feed bag in the corner of the barn, not wanting to appear when this conversation was going on. My mother, I felt, was not to be trusted. She was kinder than my father and more easily fooled, but you could not depend on her, and the real reasons for the things she said and did were not to be known. She loved me, and she sat up late at night making a dress of the difficult style I wanted, for me to wear when school started, but she was also my enemy. She was always plotting. She was plotting now to get me to stay in the house more, although she knew I hated it (because she knew I hated it) and keep me from working for my father. It seemed to me she would do this simply out of perversity, and to try her power. It did not occur to me that she could be lonely, or jealous. No grown-up could be; they were too fortunate. I sat and kicked my heels monotonously against a feed bag, raising dust, and did not come out till she was gone.At any rate, I did not expect my father to pay any attention to what she said. Who could imagine Laird doing my work – Laird remembering the padlock and cleaning out the watering dishes with a leaf on the end of a stick, or even wheeling the tankwithout it tumbling over? It showed how little my mother knew about the way things really were.I had forgotten to say what the foxes were fed. My father's bloody apron reminded me. They were fed horsemeat. At this time most farmers still kept horses, and when a horse got too old to work, or broke a leg or got down and would not get up, as they sometimes did , the owner would call my father, and he and Henry went out to the farm in the truck. Usually they shot and butchered the horse there, paying the farmer from five to twelve dollars. If they had already too much meat on hand, they would bring the horse back alive, and keep it for a few days or weeks in our stable, until the meat was needed. After the war the farmers were buying tractors and gradually getting rid of horses, that there was just no use for any more. If this happened in the winter we might keep the horse in our stable till spring, for we had plenty of hay and if there was a lot of snow – and the plow did not always get our roads cleared – it was convenient to be able to go to town with a horse and cutter.The winter I was eleven years old we had two horses in the stable. We did not know what names they had had before, so we called them Mack and Flora. Mack was an old black workhorse, sooty and indifferent. Flora was a sorrel mare, a driver. We took them both out in the cutter. Mack was slow and easy to handle. Flora was given to fits of violent alarm, veering at cars and even at other horses, but we loved her speed and high-stepping, her general air of gallantry and abandon. On Saturdays we wen down to the stable and as soon as we opened the door on its cozy, animal-smelling darkness Flora threw up her head, rolled here eyes, whinnied despairingly, and pulled herself through a crisis of nerves on the spot. It was not safe to go into her stall, she would kick.This winter also I began to hear a great deal more on the theme my mother had sounded when she had been talking in front of the barn. I no longer felt safe. It seemed that in the minds of the people around me there was a steady undercurrent of thought, not to be deflected, on this one subject. The word girl had formerly seemed to me innocent and unburdened like the word child; now it appeared that it was no such thing. A girl was not, as I had supposed, simply what I was; it was what I had tobecome. It was a definition, always touched with emphasis, with reproach and disappointment. Also it was a joke on me. Once Laird and I were fighting, and for the first time ever I had to use all my strength against him; even so, he caught and pinned my arm for a moment, really hurting me. Henry saw this, and laughed, saying, "Oh, that there Laird’s gonna show you, one of these days!" Laird was getting a lot bigger. But I was getting bigger too.My grandmother came to stay with us for a few weeks and I heard other things. "Girls don't slam doors like that." "Girls keep their knees together when they sit down." And worse still, when I asked some questions, "That's none of girls’ business."I continued to slam the doors and sit as awkwardly as possible, thinking that by such measures I kept myself free.When spring came, the horses were let out in the barnyard. Mack stood against the barn wall trying to scratch his neck and haunches, but Flora trotted up and down and reared at the fences, clattering her hooves against the rails. Snow drifts dwindled quickly, revealing the hard gray and brown earth, the familiar rise and fall of the ground, plain and bare after the fantastic landscape of winter. There was a great feeling of opening-out, of release. We just wore rubbers now, over our shoes; our feet felt ridiculously light. One Saturday we went out to the stable and found all the doors open, letting in the unaccustomed sunlight and fresh air. Henry was there, just idling around looking at his collection of calendars which were tacked up behind the stalls in a part of the stable my mother probably had never seen."Come say goodbye to your old friend Mack?" Henry said. "Here, you give him a taste of oats." He poured some oats into Laird’s cupped hands and Laird went to feed Mack. Mack's teeth were in bad shape. He ate very slowly, patiently shifting the oats around in his mouth, trying to find a stump of a molar to grind it on. "Poor old Mack, said Henry mournfully. "When a horse's teethes gone, he's gone. That's about the way."Are you going to shoot him today?" I said. Mack and Flora had been in the stables so long I had almost forgotten they were going to be shot.Henry didn't answer me. Instead he started to sing in a high, trembly,mocking-sorrowful voice. Oh, there's no more work, for poor Uncle Ned, he's gone where the good darkies go. Mack's thic k, blackish tongue worked diligently at Laird’s hand. I went out before the song was ended and sat down on the gangway.I had never seen them shot a horse, but I knew where it was done. Last summer Laird and I had come upon a horse's entrails before they were buried. We had thought it was a big black snake, coiled up in the sun. That was around in the field that ran up beside the barn. I thought that if we went inside the barn, and found a wide crack or a knothole to look through, we would be able to see them do it. It was not something I wanted to see; just the same, if a thing really happened it was better to see, and know.My father came down from the house, carrying a gun."What are you doing here?" he said."Nothing.""Go on up and play around the house."He sent Laird out of the stable. I said to Laird, "Do you want to see them shoot Mack?" and without waiting for an answer led him around to the front door of the barn, opened it carefully, and went in. "Be quiet or they'll hear us," I said. We could hear Henry and my father talking in the stable; then the heavy shuffling steps of Mack being backed out of his stall.In the loft it was cold and dark. Thin crisscrossed beams of sunlight fell through the cracks. The hay was low. It was rolling country, hills and hollows, slipping under our feet. About four feet up was a beam going around the walls, We piled hay up in one corned and I boosted Laird up and hoisted myself. The beam was not very wide; we crept along it with our hands flat on the barn walls. There were plenty of knotholes, and I found one that gave me the view I wanted – a corner of the barnyard, the gate, part of the field. Laird did not have a knothole and began to complain.I showed him a widened crack between two boards. "Be quiet and wait. If they hear you you'll get us in trouble."My father came in sight carrying the gun. Henry was leading Mack by the halter. He dropped it and took out his cigarette papers and tobacco; he rolled cigarettes formy father and himself. While this was going on Mack nosed around in the old, dead grass along the fence. Then my father opened the gate and they took Mack through. Henry led Mack away from the path to a patch of ground and they talked together, not loud enough for us to hear. Mack again began to searching for a mouthful of fresh grass, which was not found. My father walked away in a straight line, and stopped short at a distance which seemed to suit him. Henry was walking away from Mack too, but sideways, still negligently holding on to the halter. My father raised the gun and Mack looked up as if he had noticed something and my father shot him.Mack did not collapse at once but swayed, lurched sideways, and fell, first on his side; then he rolled over on his back and, amazingly, kicked his legs for a few seconds in the air. At this Henry laughed, as if Mack had done a trick for him. Laird, who had drawn a long, groaning breath of surprise when the shot was fired, said out loud, "He's not dead." And it seemed to me it might be true. But his legs stopped, he rolled on his side again, his muscles quivered and sank. The two men walked over and looked at him in a businesslike way; they bent down and examined his forehead where the bullet had gone in, and now I saw his blood on the brown grass."Now they just skin him and cut him up," I said. "Let's go." My legs were a little shaky and I jumped gratefully down into the hay. "Now you've seen how they shoot a horse," I said in a congratulatory way, as if I had seen it many times before. "Let's see if any barn cats had kittens in the hay." Laird jumped. He seemed young and obedient again. Suddenly I remembered how, when he was little, I had brought him into the barn and told him to climb the ladder to the top beam. That was in the spring, too, when the hay was low. I had done it out of a need for excitement, a desire for something to happen so that I could tell about it. He was wearing a little bulky brown and white checked coat, made down from one of mine. He went all the way up just as I told him, and sat down from one of the beam with the hay far below him on one side, and the barn floor and some old machinery on the other. Then I ran screaming to my father. "Laird’s up on the top beam!" My father came, my mot her came, my father went up the ladder talking very quietly and brought Laird down under his arm, at which my mother leaned against the ladder and began to cry. They said to me, "Whyweren't you watching him?" but nobody ever knew the truth. Laird did not know enough to tell. But whenever I saw the brown and white checked coat hanging in the closet , or at the bottom of the rag bag, which was where it ended up, I felt a weight in my stomach, the sadness of unexorcised guilt.I looked at Laird, who did not even remember this, and I did not like the look on this thing, winter-paled face. His expression was not frightened or upset, but remote, concentrating. "Listen," I said in an unusually bright and friendly voice, "you aren't going to tell, are you?""No," he said absently."Promise.""Promise," he said. I grabbed the hand behind his back to make sure he was not crossing his fingers. Even so, he might have a nightmare; it might come out that way.I decided I had better work hard to get all thoughts of what he had seen out of his mind – which, it seemed to m, could not hold very many things at a time. I got some money I had saved and that afternoon we went into Jubilee and saw a show, with Judy Canova, at which we both laughed a great deal. After that I thought it would be all right.Two weeks later I knew they were going to shoot Flora. I knew from the night before, when I heard my mother ask if the hay was holding out all right, and my father said, "Well, after tomorrow there'll just be the cow, and we should be able to put her out to grass in another week." So I knew it was Flora's turn in the morning.This time I didn't think of watching it. That was something to see just one time. I had not thought about it very often since, but sometimes when I was busy, working at school, or standing in front of the mirror combing my hair and wondering if I would be pretty when I grew up, the whole seen would flash into my mind: I would see the easy, practiced way my father raised the gun, and hear Henry laughing when Mack kicked his legs in the air. I did not have any great feelings of horror and opposition, such as a city child might have had; I was too used to seeing the death of animals as a necessity by which we lived. Yet I felt a little ashamed, and there was a new wariness, a sense of holding-off, in my attitude to my father and his work.It was a fine day, and we were going around the yard picking up tree branches that had been torn off in winter storms. This was something we had been told to do, and also we wanted to use them to make a teepee. We hard Flora whinny, and then my father's voice and Henry's shouting, and we ran down to the barnyard to see what was going on.The stable door was open. Henry had just brought Flora out, and she had broken away from him. She was running free in the barnyard, from one end to the other. We climbed on the fence. It was exciting to see her running, whinnying, going up on her hind legs, prancing and threatening like a horse in a Western movie, an unbroken ranch horse, though she was just an old driver, an old sorrel mare. My father and Henry ran after her and tried to grab the dangling halter. They tried to work her into a corner, and they had almost succeeded when she made a run between them, wild-eyed, and disappeared round the corner of the barn. We heard the rails clatter down as she got over the fence, and Henry yelled. "She's into the field now!"That meant she was in the long L-shaped field that ran up by the house. If she got around the center, heading towards the lane, the gate was open; the truck had been driven into the filed this morning. My father shouted to me, because I was on the other side of the fence, nearest the lane, "Go shut the gate!"I could run very fast. I ran across the garden, past the tree where our swing was hung, and jumped across a ditch into the lane. There was the open gate. She had not got out, I could not see her up on the road; she must have run to the other end of the field,. There gate was heavy. I lifted it out of the gravel and carried it across the roadway. I had it half way across when she came in sight, galloping straight toward me. There was just time to get the chain on. Laird came scrambling though the ditch to help me.Instead of shutting the gate, I opened it as wide as I could. I did not make any decision to do this, it was just what I did. Flora never slowed down; she galloped straight past me, and Laird jumped up and down, yelling, "Shut it, shut it!" even after it was too late. My father and Henry appeared in the field a moment too late to see what I had done. They only saw Flora heading for the township road. They would。
Nettles-Alice Munro艾丽斯·芒罗 荨麻英文介绍PPT
2. Middle-aged life
Munro married James Munro in 1951. They had four daughters, one died 15 hours after birth.
In 1963,the Munros moved to Victoria where they opened Munro’s Books. Alice and James Munro divorced in 1972. In 1976,she married Gerald Fremlin.
6. Major Works
Dance of the Happy Shades—1968 Lives of Girls and Women—1971 Who Do You Think You Are—1978 Friend of My Youth—1990 The Love of a Good Woman—1998 Runaway—2004 Too Much Happiness—2009
3. Recent life
Munro and Fremlin moved to a farm outside Clinton, Ontario, and later to a house in Clinton, where Fremlin died in 2013. In 2009 Munro indicated that she had received treatment for cancer.
The Governor General‘s Award 总督文 学奖 Munro’s first collection of stories Dance of the Happyห้องสมุดไป่ตู้Shades (1968) won the General’s Award.
上海市金山区2021年中考英语一模（即期末）试题(1)
初三英语（总分值150分，完卷时刻100分钟）考生注意：本卷有7大题，共94小题。
试题均采纳持续编号，所有答案务必依照规定在答题卡上完成，做在试卷上不给分。
Part 1 Listening （第一部份听力）I. Listenin g comprehension (听力明白得) (共30 分)B. Listen to the dialogue and choose the best answer to the question you hear (依照你听到的对话和问题，选出最适当的答案)：(8分)7. A) 2:15.. B) 2:30.C) 2:50. D) 3:05.8. A) Near the moon. B) In the dream.C) In China. D) On the moon.9. A) Mum’s. B) Peter’s.C) Jane’s. D) Theirs.10. A) By bus. B) On foot.C)By taxi. D)By bike.11. A) Jack. B) Steven.B) Frank. D) The two boys.12. A) Yellow and white. B) White.C) Yellow. D)Blue.13. A) Shop owner and shop assistant. B)Mother and son.C) Teacher and student. D) Manager and secretary.14. A) Taiwan Island. B) Italy.C) The summer holidays. D) The tower of Pisa.C．Listen to the passage and tell whether the following statements are true or false (判定以下句子是不是符合你听到的短文内容，符合的用“T”表示，不符合的用“F”表示): (6分)( )15. The love for dogs makes Gail Mirabella become a dog trainer in a circus.( )16. Gail did hqr first dog show when she was 14 years old.( )17. Her dogs started performing in the small shows when they were eight months old.( )18. In order to train dogs better, Gail tried to make friends with her dogs in the circus.( )19. How long it takes Gail to train a dog well depends on the dog and herself.( )20. Gail thinks her life in the circus is wonderful because she can stay with her dogs.D. Listen to the passage and fill in the blanks (听短文填空，完成以下内容。
Alice Munro生平
艾丽丝·门罗(Alice Munro)生平艾丽丝·门罗（Alice Ann Munro，1931-），加拿大短篇小说家，以其创作生涯的诸多优异作品获得2009年度布克奖，并曾三次获得加拿大总督奖。
蒙若被认为是世界上最优秀的小说家之一，她的故事往往通过日常生活的镜头，透视人的处境，以及人与人之间的关系。
尽管她的小说大都以加拿大的安省西南部和太平洋西北沿岸为背景，她的声誉却远远超出加拿大，受到国际读者的认可。
她的故事可感、动人，以看似毫不费力的风格探索人的心结。
她的作品使她成为“当代最了不起的小说家之一”，Cynthia Ozick称她为“我们时代的契柯夫”。
【小传】艾丽丝·门罗出生于安大略省Wingham镇的一个以饲养狐狸和家禽为业的牧场主家庭。
父亲是Robert Eric Laidlaw，母亲是学校教师，名叫Anne Clarke Laidlaw。
爱丽丝十几岁时开始写作，并于1950年在西安大略大学就读期间发表了第一篇作品：《影子的维度》。
1949年，爱丽丝进入西安大略大学主修英语，在校期间做过餐厅服务员，烟草采摘工和图书馆员。
1951年，她离开大学与詹姆斯?蒙若结婚，移居到不列颠哥倫比亞省的温哥华。
她的女儿Sheila，Catherine和Jenny相继出生于1953年、1955年和1957年。
Catherine出生后15个小时便不幸夭折。
1963 年，蒙若夫妇移居维多利亚，在那里创办了蒙若图书公司。
1966年，他们的女儿Andrea出生。
1968年，艾丽丝·门罗出版的第一部小说集《快乐阴影的舞蹈》获得了人们的高度赞誉，一举赢得了当年的加拿大总督奖——加拿大的最高文学奖项。
在此之后她又出版了《女孩和女人的生活》，书中讲述了一组相互关联的故事，它们合起来构成了一部长篇小说。
1972年，艾丽丝·门罗与詹姆斯·蒙若离婚。
爱丽丝回到安大略，成为西安大略大学的住校作家。
广东省华附省实广雅深中四校2023-2024学年高二下学期期末联考英语试题
广东省华附省实广雅深中四校2023-2024学年高二下学期期末联考英语试题一、单项选择1．After months of hard work and preparation, the company finally saw its business ________, attracting numerous investments.A．take up B．take over C．take off D．take in2．________ in the planning process for the group project will leave team members feeling disconnected and unproductive.A．Not involving B．Not involvedC．Not having involved D．Not being involved3．It is reported that a new wildlife conservation area has been established in ________ was once known for deforestation to protect endangered species.A．what B．which C．how D．where4．________ a healthy eating habit, and you can feel more energetic and improve your well-being.A．Have B．To have C．Having D．Had5．________ unique project, ________ of a series of experiments, is designed to investigate the potential of AI in identifying medical conditions.A．An; consists B．A; consists C．An; consisting D．A; consisting 6．The thrilling moment ________ Susan cherishes most is ________ she reached the peak of the mountain and appreciated the untouched wilderness below.A．that; when B．which; why C．where; when D．what; why 7．The new Guangzhou Cultural Museum, ________ a collection of historical relics from various dynasties, ________ visitors with its rich cultural heritage.A．housing; collects B．featuring; attracts C．displayed; gathersD．contained; fascinates8．By the time she ________ next year, Sarah ________ three internships, giving her a strong foundation for her career in finance.A．graduate; will complete B．graduates; will have completedC．graduated; will be completed D．graduating; will be completing9．________ mutual understanding, cultural exchange programs ________ among the countries participating in the meeting currently.A．Strengthening; is introduced B．Strengthened; is being introducedC．Having strengthened; are introduced D．To strengthen; are being introduced10．________ the weather is like, the marathon will continue as planned, with participants________ to prepare for rain or shine.A．Whatever; advised B．However; advisedC．No matter what; being advised D．No matter how; being advised11．A recent survey ________ 60% of US respondents believed social media platforms were evolving too fast, ________ 80% urged caution in introducing new features.A．shows, since B．has shown, so C．showed, while D．had shown, as 12．________ data leaks have become more common, worries about privacy are growing, and the chance ________ a person’s private details are at risk is getting higher.A．Given that; whether B．Now that; thatC．But that; whether D．Except that; that13．The information board ________ that all drones (无人机) under 250 grams must be registered with the local flight agency before ________ in public areas.A．reads; flew B．read; being flown C．reads; flying D．read; flying14．________ governments have addressed the problem of affordable housing ________ their commitment to providing accessible living options for all citizensA．What; reflects B．That; reflects C．There; reflected D．Whether; reflected 15．Novels by authors such as Dickens and Austen are widely read, some of ________ works, however, are sometimes difficult ________.A．which, to comprehend B．whose, to comprehendC．which, to be comprehended D．whose, to be comprehended二、阅读理解There are many scientific breakthroughs made by women in the Antarctic. Here are four landmarks in Antarctica and the female pioneers they’re named after.Jones TerraceThe ice-free terrace in eastern Antarctica’s Victoria Land bears Jones’ name. In 1969, geochemist Lois M. Jones led the first all-female research team from the U. S. to work in Antarctica. Jones and her team studied chemical weathering in the McMurdo Dry Valleys, an ice-free area of Antarctica. Through chemical analyses of rocks they had collected, Jones and her team discovered many geochemical characteristics of the valley’s ice-covered lakes.Mount Fiennes8,202-foot-high Mount Fiennes, located on Antarctica’s largest island — Alexander Island — is named after Ginny Fiennes. She established and maintained 80-foot-tall radio towers in the Antarctic with her colleagues. In 1985, Fiennes became the first female invited to join the Antarctic Club, a British supper club open to individuals who have spent extended time in the Antarctic region.Francis PeakThe 3,727-foot-tall peak on Antarctica’s Adelaide Island is named after Dame Jane Francis, who is the first female director of the British Antarctic Survey, the national polar research institute of the UK. Her collection of fossils on Seymour Island helped conclude in a 2021 paper that Antarctica’s abundant plant fossils indicate the continent once had a much warmer climate than it currently does.Peden CliffsPeden Cliffs near Antarctica’s Marie Byrd Land are proof of the labor of Irene Peden. She was the first American female scientist to both live and work in the Antarctic, where she used radio waves to study ice sheets. Peden and her team determined how very low frequency radio wave spread over long polar distances by measuring pathways in the ice. They also used varying radio wave frequencies to measure the thickness of Antarctica’s ice sheets.16．What do the first two pioneers have in common?A．They analyzed different chemicals of rocks in Antarctica.B．They both worked with their own team in Antarctica.C．They conducted the research in the ice-free areas in Antarctica.D．They joined the Antarctic Club for their stay in Antarctica.17．Who proved the previous higher temperatures of the Antarctic?A．Lois M. Jones.B．Ginny Fiennes.C．Dame Jane Francis.D．Irene Peden.18．What is the scientific breakthrough of Irene Peden?A．She was the first American scientist to explore the Antarctic.B．She measured the spreading frequencies of radio waves.C．She found out the thickness of Antarctica’s ice sheets.D．She discovered a lot of ice-covered lakes in the Antarctic.Canadian author Alice Munro, a master of the contemporary short story, passed away on May 13, 2024, at 92.Munro’s texts featured depictions of everyday but decisive events, pulling vast themes out of ordinary settings. Her characters often mirrored her own rural Ontario lifestyle. In an interview after winning the Nobel Prize, she said that living in a small town gave her the freedom to write. “I don’t think I could have been so brave if I had been living in a city, competing with people on what can be called a generally higher cultural level,” she said. “As far as I knew, at least for a while, I was the only person I knew who wrote stories.”Munro’s first short story was published when she was 37, a college dropout squeezing in writing time around her children’s naps. By the time she was in her 60s, she had become one of the most celebrated short-story writers in the world. Throughout her long career, she hardly ever failed to wow readers and critics with her quietly powerful language. In reviewing her last collection, Dear Life, NPR critic Alan Cheuse wrote “A Munro story gives us so much life within the bounds of a single tale that it nourishes (滋养) us almost as much as a novel does.”In a literary culture that tends to celebrate novels over shorter fiction, Munro has been a constant advocate for the power of the short story. In the interview, Munro emphasized the significance of her win not for herself, but for her art form: “I really hope this would make people see the short story as an important art, not just something you play around with until you get a novel written.”When asked “Do you want young women to be inspired by your books and feel inspired to write?” Munro replied, “I don’t care about that. I want people to find not so much inspiration as great joy. I want them to think of my books as related to their own lives in ways.”19．Why did Munro feel free to write while living in rural areas?A．She was inspired by rural landscape and lifestyles.B．She was free from stress of a more cultured setting.C．She had more courage to compete with urban writers.D．She had access to ordinary people and decisive events.20．What did Alan Cheuse say about Munro’s stories in Dear Life?A．They promote readers’ mental well-being.B．They have broken the length limit of short stories.C．They impress readers with quietly powerful language.D．They offer richness and depth in shorter format.21．How did Munro view the short story in literary culture?A．It is more powerful than novels.B．It is a way of entertainment for young writers.C．It is as important an art form as novels.D．It is an inspiration for young writers. 22．What did Munro want readers to get by reading her books?A．Inspiration to become writers themselves.B．Enjoyment and connection to their own lives.C．Pleasure and motivation to change their lives.D．Information about art forms and literary culture.Handwriting notes in class might seem old-fashioned as digital technology affects nearly every aspect of learning. But a recent study in Frontiers in Psychology suggests that taking notes with pen and paper is still the best way to learn, especially for young children.The new research builds on a 2014 study that suggested people may type notes quickly, without thinking much about what they’re writing-but writing by hand is slower and makes them actively pay attention to and process the incoming information. This conscious action of building on existing knowledge can make it easier for students to stay engaged and grasp new concepts.To understand specific brain-activity differences during the two note-taking approaches, the authors of the new study sewed 256 electrodes (电极) into a hairnet. These sensors let the scientists record 36 students’ brain activity as they wrote or typed words displayed on a screen. When students wrote by hand, the sensors picked up widespread brain connectivity throughout visual regions that receive and process sensory information, and the motor cortex (运动皮层) that helps the brain use environmental inputs to inform a person’s next action. Typing, however, resulted in minimal activity in these brain regions.Vanderbilt University educational neuroscientist Sophia Vinci-Booher says the recent studyhighlights the clear tie between physical actions and concept understanding, “As you’re writing a word, you’re taking this continuous understanding of something and using motor system to create it.” That creation then affects the visual system, where it’s processed again-strengthening the connection between an action and the words associated with it.Vinci-Booher notes that the new findings don’t mean technology is always a disadvantage in the classroom. Digital devices can be more efficient for writing essays and offer more equal access to educational resources. However, there’s a growing trend of relying on digital devices to perform cognitive (认知的) tasks, such as taking photos instead of memorizing information. Yadurshana Sivashankar, an researcher at the University of Waterloo says, “If we’re not actively using these areas, then they are going to become worse over time, whether it’s memory or motor skills.”23．Why does the author mention the 2014 study?A．To present different research findings.B．To make the new research more convincing C．To compare two note taking approaches.D．To show the advantage of writing slowly 24．What can be learned from the experiment in Paragraph 3?A．Sensors were used to process visual information.B．Electrodes were connected to students’ hair directly.C．Writing by hand activated more brain activity than typing.D．Typing stimulated the motor cortex to inform following action.25．What would Sophia Vinci-Booher probably advise students to do?A．Make better use of motor system.B．Take advantage of digital devices.C．Adopt a new approach to taking notes.D．Memorize words by writing essays. 26．What is the main idea of the text?A．Technology is not a disadvantage in classroom.B．Writing by hand comes with learning benefits.C．Taking notes enhances students’ brain activity.D．Two note-taking approaches have clear differences.The more scientists investigate the microbes (微生物) living inside us, the more they learn about the surprising impact of the tiny organisms on how we look, act, think, and feel. Are ourhealth and well-being really driven by the bacteria, viruses and fungi that live in our intestines (肠), in our lungs, on our skin, on our eyeballs? What a weird concept — that the bugs we carry around appear to be essential to establishing the basic nature of who we are.The effects of the microbiome, the microorganisms that exist in human body, can be profound and can start incredibly early. In a study, scientists showed that something supposedly as natural as a child’s character might be related to the bacteria in an infant’s digestive system; the more Bifidobacterium (双歧杆菌) there are, the sunnier the baby is. This observation, from the University of Turku in Finland, is based on an analysis of samples from 301 babies. Those with the highest proportion of Bifidobacterium organisms at two months old were more likely to exhibit a trait the researchers called “positive emotionality” at six months old.Microbiome science is still relatively young. Most studies so far have been initial and small-scale, involving only a dozen or so mice or humans. Scientists have found associations between the microbiome and disease but can’t yet draw clear cause-and-effect conclusions about our extensive collection of microorganisms and their effects on us as hosts. Still, the collection itself is mind-boggling — it’s now thought to be around 38 trillion microbes for a typical young adult male, slightly more than the number of actual human cells. And the prospects for putting that collection to use are more than promising.In the not-too-distant future, according to the most enthusiastic researchers, it might be a routine for us to take a dose of healthy microbes in various forms. Hopefully, with the help of new medical advances, we will be able to achieve our full potential by functioning at peak levels internally and externally.27．What can we learn about microbiome?A．The development of microbiome is quite mature nowadays.B．The more Bifidobacterium an adult has, the healthier one is.C．More microbes than human cells are present in young men.D．Microbes have little influence on shaping our identity28．What does the underlined word “mind-boggling” in Paragraph 3 probably mean?A．Weakening.B．Astonishing.C．Disturbing.D．Misleading. 29．What can be inferred from the text?A．It’s necessary to remove certain fungi from our body.B．2-month-old babies are often more positive than 6-month-old ones.C．New supplements related to microbiome are likely being developedD．The relationship between microorganisms and disease remains unclear.30．Which of the following can be the best title for the text?A．How microbes benefit our health.B．How microbes shape our lives.C．What affects early childhood.D．What Turku University reveals about microbes.On a large scale, making the world a better place can seem challenging. 31 As a leader, your perspectives and ideas can directly impact your community for the better. Here are some ways to make an impact and grow your leadership through emotional intelligence.32 Being able to provide a safe space through deep listening creates trust, which lays the foundation for meaningful relationships and fruitful partnerships. As a result, people are more likely to share openly and honestly. Empathy and listening will increase the quality of your relationships and skyrocket your results.Making a positive impact can also be as simple as taking the time to acknowledge and inspire someone into action. Taking time to acknowledge someone by letting them know you see their efforts and talents. 33 An example of what this could sound like is, “Wow! I am blown away by your project. What I see possible for you is to share with the rest of the team how to do it too.”Get involved with your already existing communities and networking circles. Start by connecting with your peers and ask them about causes they’re already involved in. 34 There is almost no limit to the impact you can create contributing to a cause that matters to you and your peers. With a little time, you can make a big difference.Sharing your knowledge and strengths is another essential skill. When you share with others, you’re teaching them something special about you and your journey. Imagine what would be possible if your community was in the mode of cooperation and contribution. This approach creates new ideas and opportunities. 35A．Show your kindness and respect to others.B．This informs them that they are appreciated.C．As your conversation continues, ask what is needed.D．Support your friends and colleagues by listening actively.E．When you are in contribution to others, you make a positive impact.F．As a leader, you have your own unique set of strengths and knowledge.G．One person may not change the world, but you can make a positive impact daily.三、完形填空At one night in July 2020 in Reykjavik, Halli was wandering around the city’s main street with his wife and two kids. During their walk, his three-year-old son was 36 and wanted a drink from the corner store. But Halli soon discovered he couldn’t help with the 37 request: A 20-centimetre step 38 his access to the store.The barrier was all too 39 . Born with muscular dystrophy (肌肉萎缩), which causes progressive 40 and loss of muscle, Halli, now 46, has been using a wheelchair since he was 25.As he 41 his wife and children outside the shop, he recalls, “I thought about how very strange it is that we always 42 families in this way.”Living all over the world as a creative director and digital designer, Halli had 43 first hand how different cities consider and plan for accessibility, from ramps (坡道) and sidewalks to public transportation. He decided to start with a project to make Iceland wheelchair 44 .Ramp Up Reykjavik launched as a non-profit in 2021 with a 45 to build 100 ramps within 1 year. Unlike temporary solutions in other cities, these ramps are 46 structures that match the beauty of buildings.With the help of government funding and other sponsors, the Ramp Up team finished ahead of schedule and has 47 its scope to all of Iceland. In three short years, Hali has become a 48 in his hometown. Halli is proud that Ramp Up has 49 others to act. “Equal access to society is 50 not something that is a reality yet,” says Hali. But as he’s learned, change starts with just one person.36．A．anxious B．thirsty C．exhausted D．hungry37．A．special B．funny C．simple D．childish 38．A．replaced B．ruined C．supported D．blocked 39．A．surprising B．familiar C．unique D．complex 40．A．weakness B．depression C．strength D．trouble 41．A．waited for B．listened to C．worried about D．searched for 42．A．reject B．protect C．separate D．connect 43．A．ignored B．recorded C．questioned D．witnessed 44．A．accessible B．attractive C．effective D．practical 45．A．treatment B．limitation C．goal D．rule 46．A．convenient B．permanent C．formal D．useful 47．A．broadened B．hidden C．narrowed D．deepened 48．A．master B．legend C．success D．expert 49．A．prevented B．persuaded C．forced D．motivated 50．A．fortunately B．definitely C．eventually D．regularly四、语法填空语法填空When discussing global education systems, Finland stands out for 51 (it) high-ranking performance in international assessments and holistic (全面的) approach to education. The Finnish curriculum prioritizes essential life skills such as 52 (creative), cooperation, critical thinking, and communication. Additionally, Finnish schools 53 (emphasis) social and emotional skills like empathy and self-confidence, ensuring students are well-rounded and prepared for real-world challenges.Finland’s education system values cooperation 54 competition, fostering a cooperative learning environment 55 students learn from and support each other. Meanwhile, Finnish teachers enjoy freedom to design their course, which allows them 56 (tailor) their teaching methods to meet their students’ unique needs. This trust in teachers, combined with the cooperative learning environment, 57 (promote) innovation, continuous improvement, and collective responsibility for student success.58 , to imitate Finland’s success requires careful consideration of contextual factors and systemic differences. Finland’s model shows that comprehensive education, 59 (profession) trust, and cooperation are key to 60 (secure) long-term student success.五、书信写作61．上周六，你校组织了“走进社区”实践活动。
Runaway-by-Alice-Munro爱丽丝门罗
Runaway by Alice Munro__________________________________________________________________________________________About the author:Born in Wingham, Ontario in 1931, Alice Munro has been hailed as a writer in the tradition of Chekhov. She has won many awards and prizes all over the English-speaking world. She and her husband divide their time between Clinton, Ontario, and Comox, British Columbia.Source: Random House of Canada (http://www.randomhouse.ca)About this book:“Runaway” is the first story in this stunning collection, sure to be a runaway success. All of the eight stories here are new, published in book form for the first time. Two of the eight have never appeared anywhere, so this will be a special feast for the millions of Munro fans around the world.Miraculously, these stories seem to have been written by a young writer at the peak of her powers. Alice Munro’s central characters range from 14-year-old Lauren in “Trespass,” through the young couple in “Runaway,” whose helpful older neighbour intervenes to help the wife escape, all the way to a 70-year-old woman meeting a friend of her youth on a Vancouver street and sitting with him to recall their tangled lives fifty years earlier, through a web of cheerful lies.Three of the stories, “Chance,” “Soon,” and “Silence,” are linked, showing us how the young teacher Juliet meets her fisherman lover on a train (and, by terrible chance, visits his B.C. home on the day after his wife’s funeral); how, years later, she brings baby Penelope back east to show her parents and learns sad secrets about their marriage; and how, twenty years on, she visits the estranged Penelope in her cult-like B.C. community. The result is more powerful than most novels, a quality in Alice Munro’s stories that has been noted by many reviewers.The final story, “Powers,” spans 50 years and runs from Goderich to Vancouver and involves a cast of four characters, each of whom steps forward to dominate the scene, not least Tessa, the plain girl whose psychic powers take her on the vaudeville circuit. But it is Alice Munro’s own powers that dominate this collection and that will amaze reviewers and readers. How can she keep getting better? How can any one person know so much about the heads and hearts of so many different people? Andhow can she weave them together in stories that delight academics and ordinary readers alike, making each new Alice Munro book a runaway bestseller?Source: Random House of Canada (http://www.randomhouse.ca)Discussion Questions:“Runaway”1. Why is Sylvia so fond of Carla? Is Sylvia right, given the circumstances, to suggest that Carla leave her husband and give her the means to do so?2. When Carla tells her parents she wants a “more authentic” life, what does she mean by this [p. 33]? How much does Carla know about authenticity or about life?3. What is Clark’s appeal for Carla? What darker suggestions does the story make about Clark’s character? It seems that Clark has wanted to get rid of Carla’s beloved pet goat: why? What resonance does Carla’s vision of the goat’s bones lying in a nearby field have for the reader’s understanding of her future?“Chance”4. Why does Juliet decide to pursue Eric, a man she has met briefly only once? Is this a haphazard adventure, or does she go to Whale Bay with a determination about what she wants? She has told Eric about her studies in Greek and Latin, “I love all that stuff. I really do” [p. 71]. Later, she thinks of her love of the classical languages as her “treasure” [p. 83]. Why does she choose a man whose reading includes only National Geographic and Popular Mechanics [p. 82]?5. Consider the end of the story: “She can tell by his voice that he is claiming her. She stands up, quite numb, and sees that he is older, heavier, more impetuous than she has remembered. He advances on her and she feels herself ransacked from top to bottom, flooded with relief, assaulted by happiness. How astonishing this is. How close to dismay” [p. 85]. What does this passage express about Juliet’s situation and her feelings?“Soon”6. When Juliet finds the print of Chagall’s I and the Village and buys it for her parents, she tells Christa, “It makes me think of their life. . . . I don’t know why, but it does” [p. 88]. What is the significance of this painting as a gift and that Juliet later finds it hidden away in their attic? What does Juliet come to understand about her parents’ marriage?7. Sara tells Juliet, “When it gets really bad for me–when it gets so bad I–you know what I think then? I think, all right, I think–Soon. Soon I’ll see Juliet” [p. 124]. Why does Juliet refuse to acknowledge thisstatement from her dying mother? What makes the final paragraph of the story so effective in conveying the moment’s cold emotion?“Silence”8. Like Carla in “Runaway,” Juliet seems to take pride in her choice of an unconventional life. Does Penelope punish her mother for denying her the comfortable, conventional life she experiences with her friend Heather’s family [p. 144]? Is Juliet right or wrong to share with Penelope, just after Eric’s death, tales of their arguments and his infidelity and to describe the burning of his body on the beach [p. 149]? Is it possible that Juliet says something during this time that is, for Penelope, unforgivable? To what extent does the story repeat the pattern of “Soon” and Juliet’s rejection of her own mother?9. What does Juliet not see about herself that is clear to the reader? What aspects of her character are problemat ic? Is she admirable? Is she a narcissist? Is she “lacking in motherly inhibitions and propriety and self-control” [p. 156]? How does she handle the suffering inflicted upon her by Penelope and the diminishment of her life as she ages?“Passion”10. When Mrs. Travers is talking about Tolstoy’s Anna Karenina with Grace, she says her sympathies shifted from Kitty, to Anna, to Dolly, “I suppose that’s just how your sympathies change as you get older. Passion gets pushed behind the washtubs” [p. 172]. Does pa ssion have several meanings in this story? What does passion mean for each character?11. “The ease with which [Grace] offered herself” to Maury is “a deliberate offering which he could not understand and which did not fit in at all with his notions of her” [p. 173]. Later, Grace realizes it would have been “a treachery to herself” to think of marrying Maury [p. 190]. What changes for Grace when she spends time with Neil? What causes this profound shift in perspective? What do she and Neil have in common?12. The story opens with Grace’s return forty years later to find the Traverses’ house on the lake, which is the site of “old confusions or obligations” [p. 161]. Why does Munro choose not to tell us what Grace’s life is like now and how the choices she ma de that day have affected her?“Trespasses”13. Harry tells Lauren about Eileen’s first child and the circumstances of that child’s death when she unknowingly picks up the box containing the first child’s ashes [pp. 203—04]. What do we learn about his character from the way he narrates the story and his attitude toward Lauren as he tells her? What does he imply about Eileen? How does Lauren’s response reflect her feelings toward her parents and to the life they’ve chosen?14. Lauren, as Delphine points out, is “a kid that is not short of information” [p. 220]. We don’t learn until page 226, however, that Lauren is only ten. Why does Munro withhold this information until fairly late in the story?15. Why do Harry and Eileen decide to make a ceremony of scatt ering the first child’s ashes? What is the impact of Harry’s words, “This is Lauren . . . and we say good-bye to her and commit her to the snow” [pp. 233—34]? What is the effect of the story’s final paragraph about Lauren’s reaction to the burrs clinging to her pajamas?“Tricks”16. This story is based on the Shakespearean plots that involve twins, mistaken identities, and precise symmetry. Such tricks of plot, Robin thinks, are supposed to be a means to an end, “The pranks are forgiven, true love or something like it is rekindled, and those who were fooled have the good grace not to complain” [p. 268]. Why is the key to the mystery revealed to Robin so late in the game? Why did the lovers base their happiness on such a risky proposal? After finding out what had come between herself and Danilo, Robin reflects, “That was another world they had been in, surely” [p. 269]. What was this other world?17. The title of this story might also be “Chance.” What does Munro suggest about the power of chance in shaping a life?“Powers”18. The story opens with Nancy’s diary and her first person voice. What do we learn about Nancy’s character in this intimate narrative form? According to Ollie, Nancy is “not outstanding in any way, except perhaps in being spoiled, saucy, a nd egotistical”; as a girl she was “truly, naturally reckless and full of some pure conviction that she led a charmed life” [pp. 285, 287]. Is this an accurate description of Nancy?19. Like several other stories in this collection, “Powers” takes place in at least two time periods. It begins in 1927 and ends some time in the early seventies. What is the effect of this dual immersion in the early and late stages of the characters’ lives? How accurately does this story project the sense of reality in its mai n character’s voice and her immersion in a particular time and place?20. What does Nancy want or expect from marriage? Why does she marry Wilf? Does it seem that she would prefer to marry Ollie? Why or why not? Does Nancy warn Tessa against Ollie out of jealousy, or out of a realistic concern that he is not to be trusted?21. Does the story’s ending describe a dream [pp. 330—35]? A vision? Why does it provide Nancy with a “sense of being reprieved” [p. 335]? What does it tell us about Nancy’s conscience an d about her lifelong involvement with Tessa and Ollie?For discussion of Runaway22. Most of these stories involve young women who act upon a strong desire for sexual or romantic fulfillment or for escape from a stifling life. Is desire liberating or confining? Do these characters really know what they want or need? Does Munro suggest that desire is provisional and subject to change? Do the stories imply that life is inherently unstable and unknowable?23. Writer Alan Hollinghurst has observed, “Munro’s sto ries have always felt exceptionally capacious; they have the scope of novels, though without any awkward sense of speeding up or boiling down. . . . It’s almost impossible to describe their unforced exactness, their unrushed economy” [The Guardian, February 5, 2005]. Which techniques does Munro employ to accomplish this illusion of space and time in only forty or fifty pages?24. In “Soon,” Juliet comes across a chatty letter she had written to Eric the summer she visited her parents [p. 124]. In it she fin ds “the preserved and disconcerting voice of some past fabricated self” [p. 125]. How does this idea of false self-representation work in various stories? Do characters tend to misrepresent themselves mainly in letters, or in person as well? Do they believ e in these “fabricated selves” that they create for themselves and others?25. Most of the stories in Runaway involve an older woman who is looking back at a determining moment in her youth. How do these characters view their younger selves? What are the qualities that accompany their reminiscences about the past–sentimentality, irony, bitterness, regret, a desire to change the story?Source: Random House ()Other formats available at Halifax Public Libraries:-CD (4)-Audiobook (1) via OverDrive-eBook (1) via OverDrive。
Alice Munro
•Friend of My Youth 《我青年时期的朋友》– 1990 (winner of the Trillium Book Award[安大略Trillium图书奖]) •Open Secrets 《公开的秘密》– 1994 (nominated for a Governor General's Award) •The Love of a Good Woman 《一个善良女子的爱》– 1998 (winner of the 1998 Giller Prize[加拿大吉勒文学奖]) •Hateship, Friendship, Courtship, Loveship, Marriage 《憎恨， 友谊，求爱，爱恋，婚姻》– 2001 (republished as Away From Her) •Runaway 《逃离》– 2004 (winner of the Giller Prize and Rogers Writers' Trust Fiction Prize) •The View from Castle Rock 《石城远望》– 2006 •Too Much Happiness – 2009 •Dear Life 《亲爱的生活》– 2012
Runway
There are eight short stories in the book. Three of the stories ("Chance", "Soon", and "Silence") are about a single character named "Juliet Henderson". Almost all the stories in this book contain gaps and jumps in time, from a few months to 40 years. In two of them an intense episode in a young woman's life is remembered decades later, with humor and astonishment.
Nettles-Alice-Munro艾丽斯·芒罗-荨麻英文介绍PPT教学内容
In 2009 Munro indicated that she had received treatment for cancer.
因为在花瓣的金冠下有一对宛若亚当和夏娃的黑色和金黄色的雄蕊所以白色野荨麻花的花语是相爱
Nettles-Alice-Munro艾丽斯· 芒罗-荨麻英文介绍PPT
Alice Munro
(1931--- )
<“Our Chekhov ">
2013 Nobel Prize in Literature
“master of the contemporary short story”
1. Early life
Munro began writing as a teenager. She published her first story, "The Dimensions of a Shadow,” in 1950.
She study English and Journalism at the University of Western Ontario.
In 1963,the Munros moved to Victoria where they opened Munro’s Books.
Alice and James Munro divorced in 1972. In 1976,she married Gerald Fremlin.
3. Recent life
Alice Munro boys_and_girls
• Calendar= domesticating the wilderness to be of use to humans.
• Apron= how a female uses it for dishes vs. a male for blood • Crying-= a female trait. The newly “male” Laird points this out
as her new “female flaw”.
Structure
• Begins and ends with a fixation on her father.
• The entire short story is a flashback, in chronological order.
• Irony: She becomes what she despises. Her whole angle and identity was based around acting powerfully defiant, but in the end, she enjoyed the “feminine thoughts” and succumb to them.
Language and Style
• “Raising” foxes has a connotation of “raising” children. The link is that children are for parents’ use, and each child has a role to play within the whole farm eco-system.
结束抑或是开始爱丽丝·门罗《逃离》中人生困境的女性主义解读
087加拿大女作家爱丽丝·门罗是世界公认的最优秀的短篇小说家之一，这位加拿大作家在她的作品中对于安大略省西部风光的描绘，对小镇人日常生活的探索，尤其是对女性问题的思考为她赢得了全世界的读者。
爱丽丝·门罗自文学创作伊始便非常关注女性的生存问题，她的短篇小说多以女性为主人公，并以独特的叙事方式阐述了女性主义的观点，成为研究女性主义的典型文本。
《逃离》八个短篇故事都围绕着女性对于自身以及自身处境的思考而展开。
门罗以细致入微的方式探索人物的内心世界和外在生活，充满同情的同时也带有强烈的讽刺，有时甚至是冷漠无情。
她毫不避讳地将自己的角色暴露在最痛苦的思想和启示之下。
精准无误地描述了女性们的情感历程，并在这些女人们摇摆不定的自我认知中揭示了小镇女性们看似平静的生活背后呈现的是逃无可逃的人生困境。
笔者将分析《逃离》中女性困境的表现、产生的原因，以及女性摆脱困境的途径，探究门罗作品中理性的、多元的女性主义观点。
一、《逃离》中女性的困境女性主义观点认为，性别的界定不仅仅是生理的，也是社会的。
女性的概念往往是由其所属的社会所赋予的，也就是社会性别的属性。
作为社会性别范畴下的女性被要求表现出所谓的“女性气质”，而父权社会制度又构建了一系列以女性为对象的伦理道德和传统习俗，将女性放置于“他者”的地位，即男性是“主体”，女性是“他者”。
作为“他者”存在的女性被要求做个好女儿、好妻子、好母亲，而这个好的标准却是男性定义下的好，这就导致女性在长期的压迫和束缚下失去了自己的话语权，甚至失去了对自我的准确认知，陷入各种人生困境。
在《逃离》中，女性角色在根深蒂固的父权压制下，失去了自我认知困境、情感困境、伦理困境。
虽然她们意识到了男女之间的不平等，但却没有争取平等的能力。
所能做的只是按照男性话语权的规则行事，并最终在男性主导的社会中迷失自我，陷入困境，无法逃离。
（一）认知困境《逃亡》中的女性大多对自己的身份感到困惑。
alice munro nettles译文
alice munro nettles译文摘要：1.爱丽丝·门罗简介2.《荨麻》的故事背景和主要角色3.《荨麻》的故事情节4.故事主题与寓意正文：爱丽丝·门罗（Alice Munro）是一位著名的加拿大短篇小说作家，曾多次获得文学奖项，其中包括2013 年的诺贝尔文学奖。
她的作品以精细的情节构造和深入的人物描绘而著称，常常探讨人性和生活的复杂性。
《荨麻》（Nettles）是爱丽丝·门罗的一部短篇小说，讲述了一个发生在20 世纪50 年代的故事。
故事的主要角色包括主人公“我”（一位年轻女性）、她的母亲、父亲和一个名叫罗伊·麦卡勒姆（Roy McCallum）的男人。
故事发生在“我”的童年时期，那时的她与父母一起生活在安大略省的一个小镇上。
某天，一个名叫罗伊·麦卡勒姆的年轻男子出现在他们的生活中。
罗伊是一个魅力十足但神秘的人，他的出现引起了“我”和母亲的注意。
然而，随着故事的发展，罗伊的真实面目逐渐显现出来，他其实是一个不务正业、懒惰、不负责任的人。
尽管如此，“我”的母亲仍然对他情有独钟，甚至愿意为了他离开家庭。
在故事的高潮部分，罗伊在一场火灾中救出了“我”，却因此失去了双手。
这场火灾成为了改变所有人命运的转折点。
在火灾之后，罗伊离开了小镇，而“我”和母亲也回归了平静的生活。
然而，故事并没有结束，而是通过“我”多年后与罗伊的重逢，揭示了生活的无奈与无常。
《荨麻》这部作品通过讲述一个看似平凡的故事，探讨了人性的复杂性、生活的无常以及家庭关系等主题。
在门罗的笔下，人物形象栩栩如生，情节紧凑而富有层次感。
爱丽丝·门罗(Alice Munro)
•门罗那简练而清晰的语言、对细节的娴熟把握赋予她的 小说“令人瞩目的精确”——Helen Hoy这样评价她。 门罗的叙述揭示出生活含混的多义性：“讽刺与严肃同 时出现”、“神圣庄严的箴言与炙热的偏见”，“专门 而无用的知识”，“尖利而快乐的 狂暴音调”，“庸俗 趣味，冷漠无情，以及由此带来的欢乐”等等。门罗把 奇妙与平常并列，两者相互截断、交织，直接地、毫不 费力地为作品注入生命。（门罗的诗歌同样反映了她生 活的矛盾。）
•"ironic and serious at the same time," "mottoes of godliness and honor and flaming bigotry," "special, useless knowledge," "tones of shrill and happy outrage," "the bad taste, the heartlessness, the joy of it."
两次婚姻
• 1951年，她离开大学与詹姆斯· 蒙若结婚， 移居到不列颠哥倫比亞省的温哥华。她 的女儿 Sheila，Catherine和Jenny相继 出生于1953年、1955年和1957年。 Catherine出生后15个小时便不幸夭折。 1963 年，蒙若夫妇移居维多利亚，在那 里创办了蒙若图书公司。1966年，他们 的女儿Andrea出生。 • 1972年，艾丽丝· 门罗与詹姆斯· 蒙若离 婚。爱丽丝回到安大略，成为西安大略 大学的住校作家。1976年，爱丽丝与地 理学者Gerald Fremlin结婚，夫妇二人 搬到安省克林顿镇外的一个农场，后来 又从农场搬到克林顿镇，从那以后一直 住在那里。
Alice Munro 艾丽丝·门罗
Giller Prize
• Three of the most influential awards in Canada. • In order to memory of his wife, Canada famous woman writer Doris Giner. • To inherit and carry forward the her achievements in literary creation, promote the development of Canadian literature, and make the Canadian people read more outstanding works of fiction. • The award lists once a year. In its early, in the final selection stage writers usually only three or five, is only $25000.
Alice Munro
艾丽丝·门罗
Content
۩ Life ۩ Family ۩ Marriage ۩ Career ۩ Works ۩ Writing style
Life
• Aቤተ መጻሕፍቲ ባይዱice Ann Munro (born on 10 July 1931) is a Canadian author writing in English. • Her work has been described as having revolutionized the architecture of short stories, especially in its tendency to move forward and backward in time.
Nettles--Alice Munro讲解
NettlesBy Alice MunroGuide to ReadingAlice Munro is a prolific writer, who has made a major career1out of short fiction2. In the past 35 years, she has produced numerous short stories that are read in and outside of Canada, often appearing in such prestigious magazines as The New Yorker and The Atlantic Monthly. Today she is still active in her writing career.Like her many other stories, the subject of the story “Nettles” is about the problem of a middle-aged woman—the passions, confusions and dilemmas that any woman in a modern society might be confronted with, regardless of race, color or nationality. In this story, the narrator meets her childhood friend by chance at the very stage of her 1(事业的)成就，成功2Described by The New York Times as "the only living writer in the English language to have made a major career out of short fiction alone," Munro's work has been compared to that of Flannery O'Conner, George Eliot, and Anton Chekhov. Mona Simpson, writing in The Atlantic Monthly, described Hateship, Friendship, Courtship, Loveship, Marriage as "a book that must be owned....The highest compliment a critic can pay a short-story writer is to say that he or she is our Chekhov. More than one writer has made that claim for Alice Munro."life when she is caught up 3in a troubled relationship with her husband and her children. She is delighted with this reunion. This joy quickly turns into a tender and ambiguous feeling toward this man--a desire and passion she herself is not sure of. The two of them go through a wild4storm. In order to protect themselves from being knocked down5 by the violent wind, they hold each other firmly. When the wind passes6, they kiss and press together in a gesture of recognition of survival. At this moment the man tells her his deepest secret. She realizes that “he was a pe rson who had hit rock bottom7.” She is happy that he treats her as a “person he had, on his own, who knew.” What happened or rather8, what does not happen 3catch up: To become involved with, often unwillingly牵涉，牵连：被卷入，经常是不情愿地; 使陷入was caught up in the scandal涉及丑闻4狂暴的5打倒，击倒；撞倒；击落6终止；消失(常与away 连用)7also reach rock bottom: to reach the lowest possible level or be in the worst possible situation. She used illegal drugs for eight years and quit before she hit rock bottom.The department has reached rock bottom, with employees being fired and supervisors facing criminal age notes: also used in the form be at rock bottom: Grain prices are now at rock bottom.8确切地说,说得更准确些between them gives her a new perception9of love, “Love that was not usable, that knew its place. Not risking a thing yet staying alive as a sweet trickle10, an underground resource.”The narration of this story is marked by a clear regional identity and shifts in time with a prominent element of retrospection11revealing the protagonist’s ambiguous ho ld of the past, throwing light on12the present. The author employs a skillful but natural narrative voice, which effortlessly leads the reader on toward an open13and yet conclusive ending. While reading the story, the reader is likely to forget that this is only a fiction and that the protagonist is but a character created by art. The author succeeds in bridging the gap between14 art and reality and presenting the fictional character as an acquaintance or even a friend. Thus the reader is apt to15identify with16the protagonist, feeling what she feels and worrying about what worries her. 9感受；知觉；了解10细流；涓流11回顾, 回想, 追溯12阐明,有助于说明,使...明白; 使人理解某事;使•某事更为清楚[亦作shed (或throw a flood of) light on (或upon)]13正在考虑的，尚未决定的，悬而未决的，仍需要考虑的an open question悬而未决的问题14消除(…之间的)隔阂；弥合(…之间的)差别15往往；易于；动辄；有…倾向；有…可能16跟…产生共鸣In this short story the author addresses17several essential problems of everyday life such as friendship and love, marriage and divorce. Once again “Nettles” displays Munro’s lasting strength that arises from her ability to create an illusory18simplicity that combines the telling of a simple plot and the probing of complicated feelings and subtle meanings of life.Text1.In the summer of 1979, I walked into the kitchen of my friend Sunn y’s house near Uxbridge, Ontario, and saw a man standing at the counter19, making himself a ketchup sandwich.2.I have driven around in the hills northeast of Toronto, with my husband－my second husband, not the one I had left behind that summer－and I have looked for the house, in an idly persistent way, I have tried to locate the road it was on, but I have never succeeded. It has probably been torn down. Sunny and her husband sold it a few years after I visited them. It was too far from Ottawa, where they lived, to serve as a convenient summer place. Their children, as they 17处理，对付；讨论，论述181. 幻觉的，错觉的；梦幻似的；迷惑人的2. 虚幻的；虚假的；不实际的19 A flat surface on which money is counted, business is transacted, or food is prepared or served 柜台，餐桌：数钱，进行交易，准备食物或放食物的平面; (厨房中的)长台面，案子became teenagers, balked20at going there. And there was too much upkeep21work for Johnston －Sunny’s husband－who liked to spend his weekends golfing.(Rewritten as: Years afterward, driving around in the hills northeast of Toronto with another man22, I looked for the house. I tried to locate the road it was on, but I never succeeded. It had probably been torn down23. Sunny and her husband sold it a few years after I visited them. It was too far from Ottawa, where they lived, to serve as a convenient summer place. )I have found the golf course24－I think it the right one, though the ragged25verges have been cleaned up and there is a fancier26clubhouse27. 20(遇到障碍时)停止并拒绝向前，中止并拒绝做(指定的事情)；在…面前犹豫，踌躇，畏缩，从…退缩，回避(通常与at连用)21(建筑物、设备等的)维护；维修；保养; 维修费；保养费22丈夫, 情夫，情郎，男朋友23扯开；拆卸；拆毁The old cinema was torn down and replaced by a restaurant.老电影院被拆毁，取而代之的是一个饭店。
runawayalicemunro主要内容
标题：深度探讨runawayalicemunro的主要内容一、引言在现今的文学界中，Alice Munro无疑是一个备受瞩目的作家。
而她的作品《Runaway》更是广受好评，成为了她的代表作之一。
本文将就《Runaway》这部作品的主要内容进行深度探讨，带领读者更深入地了解这部作品。
二、故事梗概《Runaway》是一部由加拿大作家Alice Munro所创作的短篇小说集，于2004年出版。
本书以三个女性的故事为主线，分别是Carla、Juliet和Sylvia，展现了她们在不同时间、不同空间下的成长、挣扎和选择。
作者以深刻的洞察力和细腻的笔触，揭示了人性的复杂和情感世界的纷繁。
三、Carla的故事Carla是《Runaway》中的第一个主要人物，她是一个坚强而独立的女性，却被家庭和社会的束缚所困扰。
她与丈夫Clark的关系充满了挣扎和矛盾，最终选择了离开。
在这一部分的故事中，Munro通过Carla的情感与思想内心，揭示了女性在当时社会中所承受的压力和挣扎。
四、Juliet的故事Juliet的故事是《Runaway》中的第二个主要篇章，她是一个坚定的女性，却因为家庭和爱情的纠葛而备受煎熬。
在这个故事中，Munro深刻地描绘了Juliet在面对爱情和责任时所做出的艰难选择，以及这些选择带来的内心矛盾。
五、Sylvia的故事Sylvia的故事则是《Runaway》中的第三个主要篇章，她是一个复杂而丰富的角色，她的一生充满了坎坷和曲折。
作者透过Sylvia所经历的一段婚姻和家庭生活，深刻地揭示了女性在婚姻中的困扰和挣扎，以及当代社会中女性的处境和命运。
六、个人观点和理解从Carla、Juliet到Sylvia的故事，Munro以敏锐的洞察和细腻的笔触，描绘了三个女性在不同年代和环境下的生活状态和心理世界，以及她们所面临的挑战和选择。
这些故事深刻地反映了当代女性在家庭、爱情和社会中所承受的压力和困扰，以及她们如何在种种条件下，选择坚强和自立，维系着内心的自由和独立。
Alice munro简介
———Alice Munro Author
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5 aspects
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Title and Theme
Author: Alice Munro
Lifetime writing style
Nobel Prize in Literature
• The Canadian writer Alice Munro won the 2013 Nobel Prize in Literature. She is the 13th woman to win the award. The jury of the Nobel Prize commented Munro as "master of the contemporary short story." She is acclaimed for her finely tuned storytelling, which is characterized by clarity and psychological realism.
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简论爱丽丝·门罗短篇小说中家庭成长环境对个人未来发展的影响
简论爱丽丝·门罗短篇小说中家庭成长环境对个人未来发展的影响【摘要】爱丽丝·门罗于2013年获得诺贝尔文学奖，她的作品也于近年来获得了越来越多读者和评论家的重视，本文选取她在2009年出版的TooMuch Happiness小说集中的两篇短篇小说，从两位主人公长大成年后的境遇出发，简论家庭背景和成长环境在青少年成长过程中的影响。
【关键词】爱丽丝·门罗；家庭环境；个人发展（1）爱丽丝·门罗（Alice Ann Munro，1931.07.10—），生于渥太华，加拿大短篇小说家，被称为“加拿大的契科夫”。
门罗曾获得包括三次加拿大总督奖、两次吉勒奖，以及英联邦作家奖、欧亨利奖和美国全国书评人奖等。
2009年获得第三届布克国际奖。
2013年10月10日门罗获得诺贝尔文学奖，获奖的理由是：“当代短篇小说大师。
”爱丽丝·门罗是诺贝尔文学奖历史上获此殊荣的第13位女性作家，也是首位获此殊荣的加拿大籍作家。
相比大部分作家，门罗更多的笔墨花在人心的微妙之处。
她深谙心理，懂得在每个表面的行为之下，都掩藏了来自深处的渴望以及种种由此而来的转折。
细腻优雅、不施铅华的文字和简洁精致、宽广厚重的情节，常常给人“于无声处听惊雷”的莫大震撼。
美国犹太作家辛西娅·奥齐克（Cynthia Ozick）甚至将芒罗称为“当代契诃夫”，而在很多欧美媒体的评论中，都毫不吝啬地给了她“当代最伟大小说家”的称号。
像契柯夫的作品一样，情节在门罗的故事里是次要的，而且“很少有事件发生”。
门罗作品的一个常见主题（尤其反映在她的早期作品里）是正在步入成年的女孩子面对自己的家庭和她成长的小镇时所面临的两难处境。
在她的作品中，例如2001年出版的《仇恨、友谊、礼仪、爱、婚姻》和2004年出版的《逃离》中，她的主题转向中年人、独身女人以及老人的劳苦。
2009年出版的Too Much Happiness包括10个短篇故事，主人公以形形色色的女性形象为主，包括经历了丈夫精神错乱和丧子之痛确充满人道主义精神的Doree、被爱人背叛但以德报怨的Joyce、年少懵懂的Nina、聪明睿智冷静与犯人周旋的Nita、沉默寡言却体贴丈夫的Sylvia以及命途坎坷的俄国数学家Sophia 等等，然而令不少读者印象最为深刻的是在Deep-Holes和Face这两个小故事中的少年时期受家庭（尤其是母亲影响）成年后命运完全不同的Kent与“我”。
爱丽丝的英文怎么读
爱丽丝的英文怎么读爱丽丝，这个名字最早出现在英语跟意大利文里，是很常见的一个名字，今天店铺在这里为大家介绍关于爱丽丝的英文怎么读，欢迎大家阅读!爱丽丝的英文怎么读英 [ˈælis]]爱丽丝的英文例句1. "Are you coming with me?" — "I can't, Alice. I daren't."“你要和我一起去吗?”——“不行,艾丽斯,我不敢.”2. I had this uncanny feeling that Alice was warning me.我有一种奇怪的感觉：艾丽斯是在警告我。
3. He gestured to Alice to precede them from the room.他给艾丽斯做手势，让她在他们前面离开房间。
4. He sang and Alice accompanied him on the piano.他一边唱，艾丽斯一边为他钢琴伴奏。
5. Alice, very pale, was leaning against him as if for support.脸色苍白的艾丽斯靠在他身上，像在寻求支撑。
6. Alice Munro has a reputation for being a very depressing writer.艾丽斯·芒罗以文风沉郁闻名。
7. When her mother suggested that she stay, Alice willingly acquiesced.当母亲建议她留下时，艾丽斯欣然允之。
8. Why couldn't they call you plain Ann or Alice like the rest?他们为什么不能像其他人一样，给你取个普普通通的安或艾丽斯的名字呢?9. Alice corroborated what Blair had said.艾丽斯证实了布莱尔所说的。
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Life and Career
• Munro began writing as a teenager, publishing her first story, "The Dimensions of a Shadow", in 1950 while studying English and journalism at the University of Western Ontario under a two-year scholarship. • In 1951, she left the university, where she had been majoring in English since 1949, to marry fellow student James Munro.
In her stories, plot is secondary and little happens. “Munro„s work deals with “love and work, and the failings of both”.
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Her male characters tend to capture the essence of the everyman, while her female characters are more complex.
Theme
• A frequent theme of her work, particularly evident in her early stories, has been the dilemmas of a girl coming of age and coming to terms with her family and the small town she grew up in. • In recent work, she has shifted her focus to the travails of middle age, of women alone, and of the elderly. It is a mark of her style for characters to experience a revelation that sheds light on, and gives meaning to, an event.
Style
Munro's prose reveals the ambiguities of life:
• ironic and serious at the same time • mottoes of godliness and honor and flaming bigotry • tones of shrill and happy outrage • the bad taste, the heartlessness, the joy of it
Alice Munro
Outline
Life and C real?
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Honors
Brief Introduction
A Canadian short story writer and Nobel Prize winner. Munro's work has been described as having revolutionized the architecture of short stories, especially in its tendency to move forward and backward in time. Her stories have been said to "embed more than announce, reveal more than parade."
• In 1963, the couple moved to Victoria, where they opened Munro's Books, which still operates.
Works
Original short-story collections Short-story compilations • • • • • • • • • • Dance of the Happy Shades – 1968 Lives of Girls and Women – 1971 Who Do You Think You Are?– 1978 The Progress of Love – 1986 Friend of My Youth – 1990 The Love of a Good Woman – 1998 Runaway – 2004 The View from Castle Rock– 2006 Too Much Happiness – 2009 Dear Life – 2012
Selected Stories – 1996 No Love Lost – 2003 Vintage Munro – 2004 New Selected Stories – 2011 Family Furnishings: Selected Stories 1995-2014 - 2014
Features
Many of Munro's stories are set in Huron County, Ontario. Her strong regional focus is one of the features of her fiction.
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Another is the omniscient narrator who serves to make sense of the world.
Her style places the fantastic next to the ordinary, with each undercutting the other in ways that simply and effortlessly evoke life.
Awards and Honors
• Governor General's Literary Award for English language fiction (1968, 1978, 1986) • Canadian Booksellers Award for Lives of Girls and women (1971) • Shortlisted for the annual (UK) Booker Prize for Fiction (now the Man Booker Prize) (1980) for The Beggar Maid • Rogers Writers' Trust Fiction Prize (2004) for Runaway • Giller Prize (1998 and 2004) • Rea Award for the Short Story (2001) given to a living American or Canadian author. • Libris Award • O. Henry Award for continuing achievement in short fiction in the U.S. for "Passion" (2006), "What Do You Want To Know For" (2008) and "Corrie" (2012) • Nobel Prize in Literature (2013) as a "master of the contemporary short story"