Selected Stories by Alice Munro ****
I adore Munro’s writing, as most of you probably know by now. She has recently – and most deservedly – won the Nobel literature prize, though is sadly too ill to collect her award in person from the ceremony in Sweden. I have read several of her collections to date, and when I saw a lovely American edition of her Selected Stories languishing on a shelf in Black Gull Books in Camden, I just had to have it.
The volume is made up of stories which Munro has selected herself, and all are presented in a roughly chronological order. I had read several of them before in other collections, but it was lovely to reacquaint myself with them. Munro has made a very good selection, and each story leads into the next to form a cohesive whole, despite the disparities between protagonists and their situations. The majority of her writing here is filled with darkness, and the notion of loneliness and how it is able to affect one is woven through from the outset. Her writing is beautiful, but this, for me, goes without saying. Whilst I adore her titled collections, this is a great way to receive a thorough overview of Munro’s stories. It is better to dip in and out of than to read in one go, as I did. I very much enjoyed reading Selected Stories in this manner, but as the settings were all similar, some of the stories did run together a little, which was a shame. Regardless, it comes with this Literary Sister’s seal of approval.
Juvenilia by Jane Austen **
I felt that, being a fan of Austen’s novels, reading her Juvenilia was a must for me. Unfortunately, I seem to have been mistaken. All of the stories collected here felt rushed, and the lack of editing in the volume very much annoyed me. Yes, fair enough, Austen wasn’t the best at spelling, but there was no need, in my eyes, to keep in so many of her original mistakes. Most of the pieces in Juvenilia are unfinished fragments, all of which share the same themes (yes, you guessed it – love and marriage, or the lack thereof). The majority are written in the same stolid, plodding, matter-of-fact, rather bumbling way. In comparison to the Bronte sisters’ juvenilia which I am working my way through, Austen’s early work is decidely poor.
The Secret Passage by Nina Bawden ****
The more work of Bawden’s which I read, the more I am beginning to favour her children’s stories over her adult offerings. The last couple of the latter which I have read have been thoroughly disappointing. I was a little apprehensive when I began The Secret Passage, but I very much enjoyed it. The story is relatively short (only 155 pages in the lovely old Puffin edition I have), but it is so well written. The relatively simple story – three children living in Africa suddenly have to move to England to live with her aunt after their mother passes away and their father is taken ill – has somehow been rendered unpredictable in terms of what one might expect will happen. It reminded me a little of Tom’s Midnight Garden, The Secret Garden and Enid Blyton’s mystery stories. A lovely, lovely book which brought a smile to my face, and which is sure to delight even the fussiest young reader.