Over the past couple of weeks I have been reading a collection of short stories by Alice Munro. She is the mistress of the understatement. Each story seems to carry you benignly along, drawing you in to the often unremarkable world of her characters, their ordinary lives a parallel to our own. Then caught in the text, without warning and unheralded she slips in a shock, and because you have been so beguiled by her writing, the softness ( I cannot think of another way to describe it) of it you pass over this moment with ease until seconds later it registers….WHAT!… and in disbelief you have to go back and read the text again, and again!
It is this I suppose that I am still looking for in my work; that moment of easy familiarity… undone.