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Dear Life
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alice munro - great contemporary writer and bigtime oxymoron* - has a new collection coming out nov 13, just 3 days after i'm to be married. which is great as i'm expecting to be all reflective and nostalgic but also forward-looking and hopeful, a mishmash of sentiment and emotion and whatnot; which works out as nobody conjures up all that conflicting crap better than munro.
so, a few days after the wedding, we head down to del mar and, our first night walking the main drag of the tiny seaside town, we see this sign outside the local library:

giddy at the prospect of what 'read to dogs' actually means, we head back to our room deep in book/dog conversation. my new bride passes out early (red wine) & i head to the balcony, break out one of the many cigars i've acquired over the wedding weekend, and smoke and read. (munro is more a wintry, woodsmoke smell, but damp oceanair & cigarsmoke, as it turns out, works just fine)
next morning we head to the del mar library and discover that 'read to dogs' really is as good as it sounds: a program whereby young kids come to the library and, well, they… read to dogs. so me and the wife sit there all permagrinned in a circle with a bunch of kids and a bunch of dogs. i met two great guys in particular: caleb and cody. i read an excerpt from 'corrie', a story from dear life. check me out kissing caleb:

and here's his glamour shot:

so, dear life. not one of munro's best, but as per the woodman:
Woman: I finally had an orgasm, and my doctor said it was the wrong kind.
Isaac: You had the wrong kind? I've never had the wrong kind, ever. My worst one was right on the money.
yeah, even the 'wrong kind' of alice munro is right on the money.
a few more things: del mar is so awesome that even the fucking seals leave the ocean to try and hang out there.

look at that guy! he walked up onto the shore and hung with people! i have a theory that seals & sea lions are actually just dog mermaids.
and check this out:
"The 2010 United States Census[5] reported that Del Mar had a population of 4,161. The population density was 2,341.9 people per square mile (904.2/km²). The racial makeup of Del Mar was 3,912 (94.0%) White, 10 (0.2%) African American, eight (0.2%) Native American, 118 (2.8%) Asian, three (0.1%) Pacific Islander, 25 (0.6%) from other races, and 85 (2.0%) from two or more races. Hispanic or Latino of any race were 175 persons (4.2%)."
10 black people live in del mar! we went to dinner and saw a black couple and i couldn't help thinking that we were sitting in a restaurant with 1/5 the black population of del mar. i wanted to stare and point -- like spotting a grizzly cub pawing down a city street. the weekend was extraordinary but i couldn't get this outta my head:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UiyLtM...
* 'badass candian' -- a distinction shared with neil young, my next door neighbors, pamela anderson, geddy lee, & peter north.
so, a few days after the wedding, we head down to del mar and, our first night walking the main drag of the tiny seaside town, we see this sign outside the local library:

giddy at the prospect of what 'read to dogs' actually means, we head back to our room deep in book/dog conversation. my new bride passes out early (red wine) & i head to the balcony, break out one of the many cigars i've acquired over the wedding weekend, and smoke and read. (munro is more a wintry, woodsmoke smell, but damp oceanair & cigarsmoke, as it turns out, works just fine)
next morning we head to the del mar library and discover that 'read to dogs' really is as good as it sounds: a program whereby young kids come to the library and, well, they… read to dogs. so me and the wife sit there all permagrinned in a circle with a bunch of kids and a bunch of dogs. i met two great guys in particular: caleb and cody. i read an excerpt from 'corrie', a story from dear life. check me out kissing caleb:

and here's his glamour shot:

so, dear life. not one of munro's best, but as per the woodman:
Woman: I finally had an orgasm, and my doctor said it was the wrong kind.
Isaac: You had the wrong kind? I've never had the wrong kind, ever. My worst one was right on the money.
yeah, even the 'wrong kind' of alice munro is right on the money.
a few more things: del mar is so awesome that even the fucking seals leave the ocean to try and hang out there.

look at that guy! he walked up onto the shore and hung with people! i have a theory that seals & sea lions are actually just dog mermaids.
and check this out:
"The 2010 United States Census[5] reported that Del Mar had a population of 4,161. The population density was 2,341.9 people per square mile (904.2/km²). The racial makeup of Del Mar was 3,912 (94.0%) White, 10 (0.2%) African American, eight (0.2%) Native American, 118 (2.8%) Asian, three (0.1%) Pacific Islander, 25 (0.6%) from other races, and 85 (2.0%) from two or more races. Hispanic or Latino of any race were 175 persons (4.2%)."
10 black people live in del mar! we went to dinner and saw a black couple and i couldn't help thinking that we were sitting in a restaurant with 1/5 the black population of del mar. i wanted to stare and point -- like spotting a grizzly cub pawing down a city street. the weekend was extraordinary but i couldn't get this outta my head:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UiyLtM...
* 'badass candian' -- a distinction shared with neil young, my next door neighbors, pamela anderson, geddy lee, & peter north.
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But why only three stars? it's an inconsistent batch of stories. some 4 star stories, some 3 stars... overall, i didn't walk away as elevated as i usually do after finishing one of her collections. again, at her worst, she's very good. but in the context of her oeuvre, dear life is a lesser collection.
Well, the words "lesser collection," just took the sizzle out of buying this book. That said, I, too, have found Munro to be best in cold climes and woodsmoke and a cup of tea in a homemade ceramic mug, but she can work well in warmer weather, though only if I'm reading in a rural setting, the type of place where I'm likely to go blackberry picking or do a little weeding in between stories. And Central Park doesn't count as rural.
Congrats on the wedding. Marriage is a great institution, and I've spent enough of this lifetime listening to Bill Maher bash both it and religion, even though I do like him.
Congrats on the wedding. Marriage is a great institution, and I've spent enough of this lifetime listening to Bill Maher bash both it and religion, even though I do like him.
hey, erik simon! and thanks a lot. it's still worth reading.
just not quite as good as some of the older stuff.
Congrats on the wedding, and the awesome vacation. Sweet seals. Well said, even wrong Munro is amazing. The fact that she's still flipping a book every two years is awesome. I've only read Connie(?) so far, the one that got an O.Henry award and liked that, I'll be interested to finish the collection now.
Love the dog and seal, but I HATE when people give dogs the same names that are often given to spoiled, annoying suburban children (i.e., Cody and Caleb). Dogs are NOT Codys and Calebs.Sounds like Kathy Lee's spawn or something. Blech.
My wife actually has a dog named Cody, but it's okay because it is an obese corgi, so it is the most un-Codylike dog ever invented. I call him Morty because he looks like an old Jewish man who should be at the racetracks wearing a derby, smoking a cigar. Incidentally, we didn't name the dog. My father-in-law died, and all we got was a lousy T-shirt and his dog, Cody. My dog, Satchel, is a golden retriever. But I'm not even talking to you, David, and I won't be talking to you again until Notre Dame loses, and don't even TRY to convince us that you aren't at all of those games rooting those boys on.
But I'm not even talking to you, David, and I won't be talking to you again until Notre Dame loses, and don't even TRY to convince us that you aren't at all of those games rooting those boys on. I hate sports, but I do want Notre Dame to lose so that everyone in this godforsaken city will be miserable and enraged.
i'm going to a thanksgiving party tomorrow and heard some of the people who are gonna be there flipping out b/c the redskins are playing the cowboys. ON THANKSGIVING!!! (emphasis not mine, obviously) holy shit, i wish i still drank. save me, kowalski, save me.and thanks, spenkevich!
That sounds like it's going to be a great lacrosse game. Pound a non-alcoholic brewsky and paint your face.
David wrote: "Morty is a great name for a dog."Not Morty. Muerte. It means Death!
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I liked your review though you went off on a tangent there towards the end with the details on your honeymoon destination. Congrats on tying the knot BTW! Agree that this last collection may not be AM 's best (The Moons of Jupiter being my favourite) but there is still a lot to savour here. And she never lets up, even the last few lines in the final story have the power to shock.
I am only three stories into Dear Life...hesitated about saying anything at this point, but thought I'd probably never get back to you... Of course like the other people I was pulled into your review. For me (the first three stories), the stories made me feel as if Munro visited me life, my history, me dreams, my pain. The stories thus far feel so feminine.... I know that sounds sexist and I guess it is. When I used to teach young men would complain about reading a book like Shark Dialogues but the women never said anything when assigned The Old Man in the Sea, and yes Lady Chatterley's Lover was written by a man... but I can't remember the plot as much as her internal struggle. Just interesting...Kimberly






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