Life seemed even more of a guessing game than usual.
You lose the world for a glance? Of course you do. That is what the world is for: to lose under the right circunstances.
But thatโs one advantage of fiction, you can speed up time.
May you be ordinary, as the poet once wished the new-born baby.
Alice Munro can move characters through time in a way that no other writer can.
I have an instinct for survival, for self-preservation.