“[T]hat Embarrassed Me Considerably. As It Would Any Man”: The Masculinity Crisis in Alice Munro’s Dear Life
When Alice Munro was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature in October 2013, media reports of the Swedish Academy’s decision were inevitably marked by the recurrence of words such as woman and women, with journalists and commentators endlessly recycling the fact that the Canadian was only the thirteenth female author to receive the award. The Nobelist’s reaction was: “Can this be possible? Really? It seems dreadful there’s only thirteen of us” (Munro qtd. in Higgins 2013). The fact that Munro is a woman writer – in both the literal and figurative sense, since her writing is seen as dealing predominantly with members of her own sex – was thus emphasised, also with the help of comments from the winner herself:
Naturally my stories are about women – I’m a woman. I don’t know what the term is for men who write mostly about men. I’m not always sure what is meant by “feminist.” In the beginning I used to say, well, of course I’m a feminist. But if it means that I follow a kind of feminist theory, or know anything about it, then I’m not. I think I’m a feminist as far as thinking that the experience of women is important. That is really the basis of feminism. (Munro qtd. in Wagstaff 2013)
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