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by Alice Munro

  • ISBN: 0140068414
  • Category: Short Stories and Anthologies
  • Subcategory: Literature
  • Author: Alice Munro
  • Language: English
  • Publisher: Penguin Canada; 1st Printing edition (June 7, 1983)
  • ePub book: 1173 kb
  • Fb2 book: 1197 kb
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  • Rating: 4.6
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The Moons of Jupiter" (1978, 1982) is a short story by Alice Munro, the Canadian winner of the Nobel Prize in Literature in 2013. It deals with how facts may change over time.

The Moons of Jupiter" (1978, 1982) is a short story by Alice Munro, the Canadian winner of the Nobel Prize in Literature in 2013. The story is 17 pages in length and made up of 7 sections with the shortest section being the final one. Janet, a divorced, middle-aged writer who has become somewhat successful, is visiting her dying father in a Toronto hospital, where she had driven him the day before.

The Moons of Jupiter book. Alice Munro, around the time that The Moons Of Jupiter was published . The Moons Of Jupiter is Munro's fifth book, and I think it marked a turning point in her writing. Cross And Mrs. Kidd," "Visitors") feel anachronistic, well-written and polished tales that could have been part of her first collection, Dance Of The Happy Shades. Others, like "Bardon Bus" and "Hard-Luck Stories," are cool, playful experiments – they're like literary puzzles – that don't Updated May 2016.

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The Moons of Jupiter by Alice Munro from The Progress of Love. Here we come to the final story in another Alice Munro collection, and again it is the title story. As I’ve been reading this, I’ve been mulling over what the moons of Jupiter have to do with this collection and, now, with this particular story. Sure, the actual Galilean moons - Io, Europa, Callisto, Ganymede - come up in a conversation late in this piece, but their significance as distant orbiting bodies has deep meaning. When I picture the moons of Jupiter, I picture great mass.

The Moons of Jupiter

The Moons of Jupiter. The Best American Short Stories 1992. In the thirteen stories in her remarkable second collection, Alice Munro demonstrates the precise observation, straightforward prose style, and masterful technique that led no less a critic than John Updike to compare her to Chekhov. The sisters, mothers. The Progress of Love.

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Alice Munro was born Alice Laidlaw in Wingham, Ontario on July 10, 1931. She published her first story, The Dimensions of a Shadow, while a student at the University of Western Ontario in 1950. She left the university in 1951 to get married and start a family

Alice Munro was born Alice Laidlaw in Wingham, Ontario on July 10, 1931. She left the university in 1951 to get married and start a family. In 1972 she became Writer in Residence at the University of Western Ontario.

satin blouse-real satin, a material soon to disappear-with many little pearl buttons down the front and up the sleeves. She never used to wear such clothes when she came to teach music at the high school; any old sweater and skirt was good enough. This change has not gone unnoticed. She has no business on the second floor. Her glee club is singing downstairs. She has been working.

About The Moons of Jupiter. Winner of the nobel prize® in literature 2013. In these piercingly lovely and endlessly surprising stories by one of the most acclaimed current practitioners of the art of fiction, many things happen: there are betrayals and reconciliations, love affairs consummated and mourned. But the true events in The Moons Of Jupiter are the ways in which the characters are transformed over time, coming to view their past selves with an anger, regret, and infinite compassion that communicate themselves to us with electrifying force. Also in Vintage International.

The characters who populate an Alice Munro story live and breathe. Passions hopelessly conceived, affections betrayed, marriages made and broken: the joys, fears, loves, and awakenings of women echo throughout these twleve unforgettable stories, laying bare the unexpected and yet inescapable pain of human contact.


Coiriel Coiriel
Alicie Munro is the finest. Most everyone reading short stories agrees. Beautiful, simple style; natural pace, events just unfold; contemporary or historical context, similar to the US but not the same - reading her work drifts you into another world. High technique in the service of beauty.
More than that is the payoff in each story. Characters and readers move to new places in their own consciousness. Small shifts of understanding. Love. Enlightenment. Letting go . Losing but gaining. Unexpected happiness, unexpected sorrow.
All praise.
Sometimes reading one Munro short story after the other is unpleasant, a series of short trips. Each story may be such an addition to your reading life. Really best to read one and go off to your other reading for a while.
Zaryagan Zaryagan
This was my first foray into Alice Munro's Short Stories. I am a changed woman from reading them. There is really nothing I can add to the numerous descriptions already made about Munro's writing, her stories, her characters. Examples that come closest to describing the experience of these stories are "piercingly lovely" ; "endlessly surprising"; "magical exhilaration". After I completed the book, I returned to the beginning on my Kindle and re-read all the accolades by numerous newspaper/magazine reviewers - all were spot on. Don't just read their reviews, really digest them to fully prepare yourself for the stories you are about to read, all about incredible, every day women. This is one of those rare times I know I shall re-read the entire book again - I don't think anyone can fully digest the content of each story the first go-round. I was highlighting poignant passages throughout the stories - examples:

"She hadn't got fatter or thinner, her looks had not deteriorated in any alarming way, but nevertheless she had stopped being one sort of woman and had become another, and she had noticed it on this trip."

"She felt as if she were muffled up, wrapped in layers and layers of dull knowledge, well protected. It wasn't altogether a bad thing - if left your mind unclouded. Speculation can be more gentle, can take its time, when it is not driven by desire."

"With him she could foresee doors opening, to what she knew and had forgotten; rooms and landscapes opening. The rainy evenings, a country with creeks and graveyards, and chokecherry and finches in the fence-corners."

"It is impossible for me to tell with women like her whether they are as thick and deadly as they seem, not wanting anything much but opportunities for irritation and contempt, or if they are all choked up with gloomy fires and useless passions."

"Isn't it true that people like Herb - dignified, secretive, honorable people - will often choose somebody like Brian, will waste their helpless love on some vicious silly person who is not even evil, or a monster, but just some importunate nuisance?"

"How attractive, how delectable, the prospect of intimacy is, with the very person who will never grant it. I can still feel the pull of a man like that, of his promising and refusing. I would still like to know things. Never mind facts. Never mind theories, either."

"And along with all this order and acquiescence there is a familiar pressure, of longing or foreboding, that strange lump of something you can feel sometimes in music or a landscape, barely withheld, promising to burst and reveal itself, but it doesn't, it dissolves and goes away."

"I come of straitened people, madly secretive, tenacious, economical. Like them, I could make a little go a long way. A piece of Chinese silk folded in a drawer, worn by the touch of fingers in the dark. Or the one letter, hidden under maidenly garments, never needing to be opened or read because every word is known by heart, and a touch communicates the whole."

"I defend her, saying that she is not condemned to living with reservations and withdrawals, long-drawn-out dissatisfactions, inarticulate wavering miseries. Her trust is total, her miseries are sharp, and she survives without visible damage. She doesn't allow for drift or stagnation and the spectacle of her life is not discouraging to me."

"I can't continue to move my body along the streets unless I exist in his mind and in his eyes. People have this problem frequently, and we know it is their own fault and they have to change their way of thinking, that's all. It is not an honorable problem. Love is not serious though it may be fatal. I read that somewhere and I believe it."

"There is a limit to the amount of misery and disarray you will put up with, for love, just as there is a limit to the amount of mess you can stand around a house. You can't know the limit beforehand, but you will know when you've reached it."

"When you start really letting go this is what it's like. A lick of pain, furtive, darting up where you don't expect it. Then a lightness. The lightness is something to think about. It isn't just relief. There's a queer kind of pleasure in it, not a self-wounding or malicious pleasure, nothing personal at all. It's an uncalled-for-pleasure in seeing how the design wouldn't fit and the structure wouldn't stand...."

"There was something about the way he said 'her daddy' that made me see the money on her, the way he saw it, like long lashes or a bosom - like a luxuriant physical thing. Inherited money can make a woman seem like a treasure. It's not the same with money she's made herself, that's just brassy and ordinary."

"What matters is to want to do it enough. To have the will to disturb. To be a femme fatale you don't have to be slinky and sensuous and disastrously beautiful, you just have to have the will to disturb."

"There's the intelligent sort of love that makes an intelligent choice. That's the kind you're supposed to get married on. Then there's the kind that's anything but intelligent, that's like a possession. And that's the one, that's the one, everybody really values. That's the one nobody wants to have missed out on."

Read the descriptions at the end of the book about other short story books by Munro - it doesn't matter which one I shall choose to read next, I'll be reading them all.
Kupidon Kupidon
As usual, Ms. Munro tells these stories of small town characters of past decades with customary people and their emotions in mind. I enjoy reading about what people think and do without the crimes and warring so prevalent in much literature. These stories calm and entertain me.
Der Bat Der Bat
Superb! Bought for an online class I am taking. I had only read one other Munro story and was hooked. She's simply amazing. This collection is quite diverse. I've read 7 in this book so far and have learned a lot about characters from her.
Best West Best West
These relatively early Alice Munro stories are the best I've read and I am a real fan owning four of her last short story collections in hardback. Although in her last collection she mentions that several stories there are the most "personal," I find the the early stories in the book like "Chaddley's and the Flemings" and "Dulse" to the most emotionally involving of any of the many I've read. Highly recommend to any lovers of the well honed short story
Mopimicr Mopimicr
No other writer can create such nuanced, shaded characters or make you want to read on and on about the workaday characters in remote outposts. Munro is my favorite writer of all time.
betelgeuze betelgeuze
Alice Munro can choose one action or decision and describe it so well, you can instantly recognize the character. She is all about characters. Unfortunately the stories are not only predictable but trite.
If you are interested primarily in character description, this will be a good read for you.
I haven't read all of Munro's books, but several of them, including her latest. They all are great. But the writing in this one, to my taste, is her best. Consider the first paragraph of the book, which includes this long, but awe-inspiring sentence: "In those days it seemed to be the thing for women's bodies to swell and ripen to a good size twenty, if they were getting anything at all out of life; then, accoding to class and aspirations, they would either sag and loosen, go wobbly as custard under pale print dresses and damp aprons, or be girded into shapes whose firm curves and proud slopes had nothing to do with sex, everything to do with rights and power." After reading that I had to just sit back and savor her remarkable artistry, let the glow settle a while before reading on. Can't recommend this one enough.