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Una joven madre recibe consuelo inesperado por la muerte de sus tres hijos, otra mujer reacciona de forma insólita ante la humillación a la que la somete un hombre; otros cuentos describen la crueldad de los niños y los huecos de soledad que se crean en el día a día de la vida de pareja. Como broche de oro, en el último cuento acompañamos a Sofia Kovalevski, una matemáticaUna joven madre recibe consuelo inesperado por la muerte de sus tres hijos, otra mujer reacciona de forma insólita ante la humillación a la que la somete un hombre; otros cuentos describen la crueldad de los niños y los huecos de soledad que se crean en el día a día de la vida de pareja. Como broche de oro, en el último cuento acompañamos a Sofia Kovalevski, una matemática rusa que realmente vivió a mediados del siglo XIX, en su largo peregrinaje a través de Europa en busca de una universidad que admitiera a mujeres como profesoras, y viviremos con ella su historia de amor con un hombre que hizo lo que supo por decepcionarla. Anécdotas en apariencia banales se transforman en las manos de Munro en pura emoción, y su estilo muestra estas emociones sin dificultad, gracias a un talento excepcional que arrastra al lector dentro de las historias casi sin preámbulos."Ella odiaba la palabra escapismo referida a la ficción. Era más bien la vida real la que merecía ser tildada de escapismo". Estas palabras, pronunciadas por uno de sus personajes, podrían referirse a toda la prosa de Munro, que pasea heridas hondas con inteligencia e ironía, con esa hondura feroz y austera que sorprende a quien lee, como si algo de uno mismo que no sabíamos, que quizá no queríamos saber, de pronto se hubiera deslizado en las páginas de un libro."Esta mujer es desde luego una de las mejores narradoras de hoy. ¡Lean a Alice Munro!"Jonathan Franzen...

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Demasiada felicidad Reviews

  • Rakhi Dalal
    2019-03-22 03:54

    “We live in time - it holds us and molds us - but I never felt I understood it very well. And I'm not referring to theories about how it bends and doubles back, or may exist elsewhere in parallel versions. No, I mean ordinary, everyday time, which clocks and watches assure us passes regularly: tick-tock, click-clock. Is there anything more plausible than a second hand? And yet it takes only the smallest pleasure or pain to teach us time's malleability. Some emotions speed it up, others slow it down; occasionally, it seems to go missing - until the eventual point when it really does go missing, never to return.” ― Julian Barnes, The Sense of an EndingAs I proceeded on my voyage through this intense collection of short stories by Alice Munro, this quote by Julian Barnes kept coming to my mind. For, this collection is essentially about people encountering unprecedented events in their lives. Events, where time and the choices/ judgement made by the characters, play an important role .Time, abounding moments, which possess the power to alter a state of life. Forever. Time, constantly reminding, that we live in a mortal world which is not consistent in its living. It is a world which is ephemeral. A world which enfold every thing, every joy, pain, sorrow, misfortune, lust, desire, ecstasy, every possible feeling experienced by a human being, and, is still constantly altering in the sense in which it makes it supremacy felt. Alice portrayed this supremacy in the story “Dimensions” profoundly. It is a story where Doree, the female character, in a rage of anger, gets out of the house only to return and find the dead bodies of her three kids. Kids strangled to death by her husband. It wasn’t the first time that they had a fight, but it was the first that she went out of the house in anger. If only she hadn’t at that time, her kids would still be with her. Did she get over it? Not exactly. Did she forgive her husband? May be, she did. Here is the letter which her husband wrote to her from the institution where he was kept:“People are looking all over for the solution. Their minds are sore (from looking). So many things jostling around and hurting them. You can see in their faces all their bruises and pains. They are troubled. They rush around. They have to shop and go to the Laundromat and get their hair cut and earn a living or pick up their welfare checks. The poor ones have to do that and the rich ones have to look hard for the best ways to spend their money. That is work too. They have to build the best houses with gold faucets for their hot and cold water. And their Audis and magical toothbrushes and all possible contraptions and then burglar alarms to protect against slaughter and all (neigh) neither rich nor poor have any peace in their souls. I was going to write neighbour instead of neither, why was that? I have not got any neighbour here. Where I am at least people have got beyond a lot of confusion. They know what their possessions are and always will be and they don’t even have to buy or cook their own food. Or choose it. Choices are eliminated. All we that are here can get is what we can get out of our own minds. At the beginning all in my head was perturbation (Sp?). There was everlasting storm, and I would knock my head against cement in the hope of getting rid of it. Stopping my agony and my life. So punishments were meted. I got hosed down and tied up and drugs introduced in my bloodstream. I am not complaining either, because I had to learn there is no profit in that. Nor is it any different from the so-called real world, in which people drink and carry on and commit crimes to eliminate their thoughts which are painful. And often they get hauled off and incarcerated but it is not long enough for them to come out on the other side. And what is that? It is either total insanity or peace.”In other stories like 'Fiction', 'Wenlock Edge', 'Deep Holes' and 'Too much Happiness' also, she makes you sit, and contemplate the choices/decisions taken by characters, at different points in their lives. Decisions, which if, were different from those taken, would have altered their living tremendously. In Wenlock edge, a young girl is disgraced by a Mr. Purvis, who demands her presence sans any clothing for a dinner at his house. The girl acquiesces, and even goes to the extent of reading aloud before the man. It is noteworthy that the man does not even touch her. But some time later, when she is still restless, her mind is occupied by these thoughts“I would never think of those lines again without feeling the prickles of the upholstery on my bare haunches. The sticky prickly shame. A far greater shame it seemed now, than at the time. He had done something to me, after all.”Here the reader is actually left to brood over the morality of human beings. Capriciousness, in some weak moments, may result in hasty and insensitive decisions, thereby changing the disposition in a manner, which may not be retractable. My favourite story of the collection is “Too much Happiness”, which entails the story of an erudite Mathematics scholar, Sophia, who rises to fame from a humble background. Her journey involving those decisions which help her find her place in the Society. But does she feel happy subsequently? Is she happy after achieving recognition? Is she happy for her decision to remarry after the death of her ex Husband? At one stage she wonders whether her decision to enter into a sort of contract marriage with her ex Husband was right. Alice tries to give a sight into it through these lines: “Many persons who have not studied mathematics confuse it with arithmetic and consider it a dry and arid science. Actually, however, this science requires great fantasy. She was learning, quite late, what many people around her appeared to have known since childhood that life can be perfectly satisfying without major achievements. It could be brimful of occupations which did not weary you to the bone. Acquiring what you needed for a comfortably furnished life, and then to take on a social and public life of entertainment, would keep you from even being bored or idle, and would make you feel at the end of the day that you had done exactly what pleased everybody. There need be no agonizing.”The story ends with the demise of Sophia brought about by pneumonia. Could it be avoided if she hadn't taken a journey to meet her teacher? And does she die being “Too Happy”? I would let you ponder upon that, since, I would not want go ahead further and spoil your reading of the work. This collection of short but powerful stories by Alice Munro does lead to emphasize the helplessness of humans when lost into the maze of consequences brought about by their own decisions. And does convey us the necessity to be more judicious when still making ours.Thanks to a dear friend for introducing me to Munro. Thank yous.penkevich.

  • Saleh MoonWalker
    2019-03-27 05:56

    Onvan : Too Much Happiness - Nevisande : Alice Munro - ISBN : 307269760 - ISBN13 : 9780307269768 - Dar 304 Safhe - Saal e Chap : 2009

  • brian
    2019-04-17 05:00

    is there another living writer of fiction who, while reading, produces as many of these: 'yes! exactly! a tiny but revelatory detail i've never considered in such a light... and never so precisely expressed!' -- no. there isn't. alice munro is chimney-smoke smell and end-of-day melancholy. the goal is to read everything she's written.

  • Glenn Sumi
    2019-04-02 06:04

    The title of her latest collection could sum up the feeling Alice Munro's fans get when they encounter her work. Yet is it possible to get too much of a good thing?Hardly, when you're in the hands of such an inventive writer, one whose carefully crafted, richly suggestive stories burrow their way into the subconscious like actual memories.Even in her late 70s, this year's Man Booker International Prize winner gets to show off some new tricks. Two of the stories are among the handful she's written from a male point of view, including the long-uncollected story "Wood," set in the world of tree-cutting and forestry.The insights Munro offers here - and in the story "Face," narrated by a man born with a disfiguring birthmark - should quash any notion that she's exclusively a chronicler of the lives of girls and women.Long-time readers will note subtle allusions to earlier stories - a play on one of her titles here, a similar character there - making this feel like a look back at four decades of creating fiction.In fact, one of the most enigmatic stories is called "Fiction," which is told in a playful, sophisticated fashion. Munro presents a series of scenes, catapults us to a time years later and then adds a clever twist about a young writer of short stories that has us reading the whole tale again.About those endings: they're chiselled and satisfying but often open-ended, allowing the narratives' mysteries to deepen and take root.I've read "Some Women" - about a group of women tending to a dying man - several times, and with each encounter I see something new, some surprise flaring up in a character or bit of dialogue.Violence and sexuality lurk beneath many of the stories: family murders, a questionable death by drowning, a creepy fetishist. But these aren't the point of the stories.As Nita, the compelling character in the story "Free Radicals," tells us, "She hated to hear the word ‘escape' used about fiction... it was real life that was the escape."So true. This is fiction to live by.Originally published in NOW Magazine:

  • Celia
    2019-04-10 07:44

    Something about these stories makes my skin creep. There is a feeling of total emptiness, as if I am watching people's lives unfold in front the plexiglass of a zoo enclosure. Munro is a talented writer, but there is nothing showy in her style. I felt no connection with the characters, the time and place are not developed in great detail. All you are left with the uncomfortable situations she picks as her material: unfinished lives, death, misunderstanding, lies. I'll come back to Munro the next time I want the literary equivalent of dissecting a frog, but in the mean time, I'll stick to authors who can write beautifully, craft a plot and make a full-blooded human beings leap from the page.

  • Fabian
    2019-04-03 07:49

    Mighty difficult time choosing between *** & **** for "Too Much Happiness." Alice Munro is more than capable of writing a good sturdy yarn, although the *** may indicate that she is mediocre at best at concocting brilliant short stories. All ten of these shorts are written in an accessible way, but the themes are harsh & bleak. 2 of them involve infanticide (one about a father killing his children, another about kids murdering kids) others are about... straight-up death. The titular story is the only one which seems out of place. All others are contemporary vignettes of Canadian life. The title is ironic, just as you'd expect (kudos for placing that particular story in 19th century frozen Russia-- an unconventional love story involving...mathematics).

  • Ginny_1807
    2019-03-26 11:52

    Suprema semplicità”Io sono diventata adulta, poi vecchia.” Così Alice Munro compendia una intera vita; ed è con frasi come questa, abbaglianti nella loro spietata ovvietà, che questa straordinaria narratrice accende, conclude, risolve e sconvolge le sue storie. Nei racconti inclusi in questa bellissima raccolta si avverte chiaramente l'impronta dell'età: il tempo, trascorso così veloce e implacabile, sembra ammantare i ricordi di un velo di nostalgia, anche quando si tratti di ricordi tristi; e la valutazione dei fatti , sia lieti che infausti, appare come filtrata attraverso una sorta di saggezza "superiore" che deriva dall'esperienza. Lo sguardo acuto e disincantato della scrittrice come al solito si appunta principalmente sull'universo femminile: sui rapporti sentimentali e familiari, sulle relazioni quotidiane e sui moti più intimi e segreti dell'animo in rapporto al vissuto personale. Rispetto al passato, tuttavia, spesso intervengono episodi luttuosi o addirittura cruenti a interrompere la linearità delle vite ordinarie di queste persone comuni. L'evento straordinario, però, viene come relegato a margine, costituendo un mero pretesto per dare rilievo alla complessità del mondo interiore del singolo individuo. In tal modo anche l'esistenza più anonima si colora di originalità, di unicità, e al tempo stesso si fa portatrice di un messaggio universale di consapevolezza, di indipendenza e di "verità". Senza enfasi o presunzione, però, perché l'autrice ha il dono dell'umiltà e della semplicità. La sua prosa cristallina non mira a "rivelare" o "insegnare" nulla, ma unicamente a "raccontare" e lo fa con tanto acume e sensibilità da suscitare nel lettore emozioni, interrogativi e risposte che lo guidano a comprendere con maggiore chiarezza anche la propria vita. Chi avesse ipotizzato che questa scrittrice avesse raggiunto una maturità artistica ormai statica e che nulla di nuovo potesse ancora stupirci nella sua pur egregiamente collaudata tecnica narrativa, è senz’altro costretto a ricredersi di fronte a questo libro. Vi si riscontra, infatti, uno sviluppo inatteso di temi già trattati in precedenza, situazioni che ritornano, ma sezionate con più graffiante vigore di ribellione e portate ad un epilogo che scava fino all'estremo abisso dell'animo umano. Grandissima Munro, come sempre e più di sempre.(5 dicembre 2011)================Riletto: 12 aprile 2016================

  • Teresa
    2019-04-20 10:49

    Five of these stories I'd read before (online at the New Yorker) and it was a pleasure to read them again, even to note a few subtle changes that had been made, in particular, with the one I think is my favorite ("Face"). This pleasure in reading Munro, I think, comes not from her characters or her plots, though she obviously is very talented in those facets, but from the themes of the stories, some of which need to be teased out. I especially felt this way with a story ("Wood") that I didn't even think I liked at first, thinking it only to be a somewhat long-winded way of illustrating an aphorism. Yet, it kept me thinking all night and I reread it the next day.The longer title story relates the amazing life of a late-19th century Russian female mathematician (and novelist) and sent me looking for more information about her. It's easy to see why Munro was drawn to her, though it couldn't have been easy to get all she related about her in a short story, as she did, as the woman's life could easily take up the length of a novel.

  • Leajk
    2019-04-18 06:42

    "Every one of us will be forgotten, Sophia thought but did not say, because of the tender sensibilities of men - particularly of a young man - on this point."This quote is not only my favourite quote of the book, it summarizes some of Munro's writing qualities quite nicely. She is sometimes very witty and almost always cynical, perhaps slightly bitter and an acute observer. Four very fine qualities in a writer, yet for me there is something missing in most of the stories. Something of a more forgiving tone perhaps. Something to counterbalance all the follies and pure menace of humanity described. Time after time Munro is brutally honest about human nature, people deceive each other, leave each other, murder loved ones, and yet perhaps the worst flaws to read about are the smaller ones, the general lack of empathy and understanding, as the woman's indifference to her student in "Fiction" or Marlene's detest for Verna in "Child's Play" or the simple misunderstanding, never repaired in "Face". Though the flaws might be as acutely observed as in the aforementioned quote, for some reason it hits a little too close to home for me, especially while leaving me without any suggestion for redemption from Munro. I wish I was a more refined person, needing less assurance from the author, but I prefer some type of humor or distracting beauty to sweeten the very bitter medicine. I guess I'm simply not superhuman enough to appreciate all the cynicism of Munro at the moment. What I do appreciate about the book is that it is clearly written by someone who have lived a full life and has the luxury of looking back with some perspective. Someone who knows that life goes on no matter what, regardless of how broken a heart is or how terrible life becomes, life will prevail unless death enters. Yet there are no cliché descriptions of people once glowing now broken down and faded away (with the exception of Sofia's sister in the last story). Instead people are simply a bit more jaded and perhaps cynical as they grow older, but every bit as alive as before. I also appreciate the last story. I've previously read short mentions about Sofia Kovalevskaya, the first female university professor in mathematics, and in Munro's story I feel very close to her. Her journey through Europe with the language and norm barriers and description of the Swedish stiffness felt spot on. I read this book with my book circle and before reading it my expectations were sky high, which often is a set up for disappointment. Almost no one in the circle liked it, some had simply stopped after the two first (and perhaps darkest) stories. I was among the most positive, and clearly I'm not a huge fan excepting perhaps one and a half stories. Still I did feel the need to defend Munro from the accusation of drawing only on her own life in the stories. One person felt that the descriptions were too real to be made up, which I think might be one of the finest compliments one could give to an author. Munro might be one of the stoutest observers of human flaws I've read, I would love to read what she thinks of our strengths. ------Ps. I almost forgot: what's the deal with the cover (see the Vintage edition)??? Why would anyone even consider this horrible chick-lit cover after having read even the first two sentences in Munro's book? It makes me think ofthis articleby Meg Wolitzer about 'The second shelf' (how covers on 'women's books' differs from those written by men). This also, by extension, makes me think of the latest Wikipedia debacle where one editor moved all female writers into a separate 'woman author' category, while he left all men in the category simply called 'author',see here .Edit: I've noticed that after Munro won the Nobel prize the covers have gotten a major make over, imagine that.

  • S©aP
    2019-04-03 06:01

    Leggo A.Munro e resto strabiliato dalla sua bravura. Dalla suprema capacità di sintesi. Dalla naturalezza di una narrazione studiata per dilettare e insospettire. Dalla maestria con cui si dissimulano, e poi si introducono, inquietudini esplosive (vedi il racconto: Radicali liberi). Dall'arte di tratteggiare le sfumature più segrete con la lingua più fluida (vedi il racconto: Bambinate).Un plauso aggiuntivo va alla sua traduttrice italiana, la signora Susanna Basso, padrona di una lingua e di un lessico tali da onorare la voce della scrittrice canadese con una resa lineare, affilata ed efficacissima. Un connubio di abilità, sensibilità, creatività e inventiva femminile che esaltano la letteratura e deliziano la mente. Le ore di lettura volano, tutt'altro che perdute. Questa raccolta è senz'altro al livello di Nemico, amico, amante..., con il valore aggiunto di una terza età piena e non rifiutata. Se quella silloge brillava per energia creativa, esplosività a orologeria e originalità artistica, questa si distingue per profondità, respiro esistenziale e raffinatezza levigata, condite da una capacità di soprendere che solo poche, rare, vecchiaie fresche possiedono.

  • Alex
    2019-04-14 11:41

    Alice Munro writes stories like guts: miles of story, packed into this tiny little space. You get into it and it explodes and there's, like, story everywhere. They make you wonder why people write novels. It's not so much that they have more to say, it's that they take so much longer to say it than Munro does. She makes everyone else look like they're doodling.Dimensions: A woman whose husband no longer lives with her learns to maybe move on a bit. Well done for what it is, but didn't make a huge impression on me. Ending was a bit tidy.Fiction: Sortof three stories in one. A woman's marriage collapses; twenty years later, she reads a book by a bystander to the original collapse and gets a different perspective on it. Smart, intricate, very well done.Wenlock's Edge: Dark and surprisingly dirty, a total home run. A woman gets an odd new roommate. Naked Housman reading ensues.Deep-Holes: A funny little look at how annoying those flaky Buddhisty hippie types are: they possess no skills and rely on the kindness of others to support their totally irresponsible lives, and yet there's always part of you that's jealous of them. Man, that looks nice! Except for the being super poor and having no personal agency, I mean.Free Radicals: A woman who once was the younger woman and became a widow gets an unexpected visitor who...sortof has the same impact as the thing in "Dimensions", but different. Another smash hit for me.

  • foteini_dl
    2019-03-21 10:48

    Δεν ξέρω τι θεωρεί ο καθένας πάρα πολύ ευτυχία.Πάντως,διαβάζοντας αυτό το βιβλίο ένιωσα πάρα πολύ ευτυχισμένη που ήρθα για πρώτη φορά σε επαφή με μια συγγραφέα που ελέγχει με απόλυτη,σχεδόν μαθηματική,ακρίβεια τον ρυθμό της αφήγησης.Κάθε ιστορία έχει το δικό της ύφος,πχ η συγγραφέας άλλοτε είναι πιο ωμή και κυνική,άλλοτε πιο ποιητική.Η δομή των ιστοριών είναι τόσο ολοκληρωμένη,σε σημείο που πιστεύω ότι άνετα καθεμία απ’ αυτές θα μπορούσε να αναπτυχθεί σε μυθιστόρημα.Οι περισσότεροι χαρακτήρες είναι common people (για να θυμηθούμε και κανένα τραγούδι των Pulp),φαινομενικά ευτυχισμένοι,αλλά,αν κοιτάξουμε κάτω απ’ την επιφάνεια,βασανισμένοι.Απ’ τις 9 ιστορίες,οι 3 μπορώ να πω ότι δεν μου κίνησαν ιδιαίτερα το ενδιαφέρον.Οι υπόλοιπες,όμως,ήταν εξαιρετικέςˑ ξεχώρισα το-αστείο με τον τρόπο του-Wenlock Edge,το Dimensions και το Some Women.Απ’αυτές και μόνο,καταλαβαίνει κανείς πόσο σπουδαία συγγραφέας είναι η Munro.Νομίζω,ιδανική επιλογή για μια πρώτη επαφή μαζί της.

  • Roger Brunyate
    2019-03-21 11:09

    Munro on Audio and in PrintI started the collection on audiobook during a road trip, and finished it on paper. Listening to a story is a curious experience: you have no idea how long each it is going to last, and so are held in the total control of the writer. And when that writer has the mastery of Alice Munro, the sensation is both alarming and curiously satisfying. The first story, for instance, "Dimensions," beautifully read by Kimberly Farr, is about an hour long, but it has already taken you round several loops of the roller-coaster within a quarter of that time. A young woman, working as a cleaner in a motel, takes three buses to visit her husband, who is incarcerated in a mental facility. You think the story ends when you discover the terrible events that had placed him there. But no, the tale goes on and on, and now seems to be about the terrible power he still has over her even after she should be free of him. Then it takes another turn, and ends in a surprising moment of accidental grace by an Ontario roadside. Or does it? The story might equally well continue onto the next disc; Munro's best stories are not about moments, but lives—lives that began before and will continue after the period she chooses to show you.Something similar happens in "Fiction," which is in two unequal parts. The first shows the breakup of the marriage of a music teacher and her carpenter husband. In the second, many decades later, the woman, now in a very different marriage, finds that part of her first life has been turned into a story by a girl who was one of her pupils back then—ostensibly fiction, though she knows otherwise. Just as she is reading the story, wondering when the young author is going to hijack the painful truth and take it off in some fictional direction, so we listen to the reading of Munro's story, moving from one possible ending to another—until we realize that she is saying something important not only about the changes we encounter in life, but about her own art, which feeds off them.Turning to print took away some of the magic. Even reading with the care that Munro demands, each story took less than half the time to get through, and I always knew where I was in the book. It worked best for those stories which take place in a few hours, days, or months, such as "Free Radicals," about a surprisingly resilient old lady coping with a home invasion, or "Some Women," about a teenage girl who takes a job as carer for a dying man. The latter gains resonance by being related many years later as a distant memory; long perspective seems an important element in Munro's best work. This was certainly true of the most devastating story of all, "Child's Play," about two girls who become best friends in summer camp then break off all contact; only at the very end, when one is old and the other dying, do we learn the reason why.But I found it hard to recapture that delicious sense of suspension that I got on audio. This was especially true with the long title story that closes the book, which just seemed meandering and fragmentary. Though there may have been another reason; this story, "Too Much Happiness," is the only one where Munro goes outside her own place and lifetime, taking a real woman as its protagonist: Sophia Kovalevskaya, a late-nineteenth-century Russian mathematician. I'm afraid I kept thinking of how well Julian Barnes handles this kind of thing (for example, in the collection The Lemon Table and his extraordinary Levels of Life); Munro, though writing well as ever, did not seem fully engaged here. But then her strength is to take the ordinary people of her native Canada, and show how a few extraordinary events may define an entire lifetime and give it meaning. And that she does superbly.

  • Roula
    2019-04-04 04:54

    η πρωτη μου επαφη με την Munro,που τοσα και αλλα τοσα ειχα ακουσει γι'αυτην.δεν ηξερα τι να περιμενω απο ενα βιβλιο που απιτελειται απο 10 ιστοριες ,οι οποιες κιολας δεν συνδεονται μεταξυ τους με κανενα μοτιβο, δεν ηξερα αν αυτο υο βιβλιο κανει για μενα.και οντως δεν το ξερω ακομη αυτο.σιγουρα δεν ειναι το καλυτερο βιβλιο που διαβασα απο αποψη θεματος ή περιεχομενου(καποιες ιστοριες πρεπει να ομολογησω οτι με αφησαν ειτε τελειως αδιαφορη ειτε με πολλα ερωτηματικα) , ωστοσο η υψηλη βαθμολογια οφειλεται σε αυτο το συναισθημα που μου αφησε η γραφη της Munro .λιγες φορες μου εχει συμβει να με μαγνητιζει τοσο πολυ ο τροπος που γραφει καποιος, να μη μπορεις να αφησεις το βιβλιο επειδη οι λεξεις σε μαγνητιζουν.μπορει να μη με ενθουσιασε ή να μην καταλαβα ακριβως το νοημα ολων αυτων των ιστοριων αλλα πιστευω οτι καταλαβα καλα γιατι η Munro θεωρειται μια από τις σημαντικοτερες συγγραφεις εν ζωη..υγ.:οι ιστοριες που πραγματικα μου αρεσαν πολυ ηταν οι διαστασεις,το πεζο, οι βαθιες τρυπες, οι ελευθερες ριζες, το προσωπο και το για παιχνιδι.παραδοξως, οχι η ιστορια που εδωσε το ονομα της σε ολη τη συλλογη(παρα πολλη ευτυχια).

  • nur
    2019-03-23 10:55

    Bu kitabı okumak çok büyük bir keyifti. Kısacık öyküler zamanda ileri geri gidişlerle, güçlü karakterlerle damağınızda roman tadı bırakıyor. Öyküler sarsıcı olmasına, okurken karakterlere çokça bağlanmanıza rağmen bir öyküden diğerine geçmek çok kolaydı. Yazarın böylesi basit bir dille tüm bunları nasıl yaptığını çok merak ettim. Öyküleri bir kere daha, bu kez anlatılandan çok nasıl anlatıldıklarına dikkat ederek okumak isteği uyandırdı bende.

  • Will
    2019-03-25 05:56

    Alice Munro, where have you been all my life? I’ve nothing against short stories but for some reason, I’ve hardly read anything of hers and all I can say is, I am totally blown away. These are brilliant and insightful stories, all with an unexpected twist. Too much happiness? That must be the reader’s state of mind because in the main the characters don’t have a lot of it. Munro packs anguish, indecision, action and very human responses into 20-30 pages that have the depth and complexity of a novel - and yet, I wasn’t left wanting more: these stories really are complete in themselves. Some of the more memorable ones: (and stop right here if you are planning to read TMH!)Doree in Dimensions, turns to her imprisoned husband as the only person who still knows their children as more than just names. She knows it’s not helping her recovery but then something happens that changes everything ...Fiction was I think my favourite: Joyce, a music teacher is dropped by her husband for another woman with a young daughter. Thirty years later the teacher recognizes herself in what may be an autobiographical short story the daughter has written. Expecting a meeting of sorts, instead Joyce is left thinking that some day, she’ll laugh and have a story to tell about it.Sally’s son in Deep Holes leaves home and disappears for several decades. She attempts a reconciliation when he’s found living rough and working with street people in Toronto ...In Free Radicals Nita’s husband has just died. In the midst of dealing with his things her house is invaded by a stranger with a disturbing story of murder. Nita manages to convince the stranger to leave, taking her husband’s car ...Face: as a child, a woman with a birthmark is friends with Nancy, who lives on the same property. Nancy paints her face red to look like her friend, but the act is misinterpreted as mocking and ...Marlene in Child’s Play is haunted by an incident at camp with her best friend Charlene, when they were ten. She’s avoided Charlene all these years but now receives a message that her friend is dying and needs to talk to her ...OK, they didn’t all grab me with the same intensity, and in fact the only one that didn’t really work for me was the title story: a fictionalized account of Sophie Kovalevsky, a real Russian mathematician, at the end of the 19th century. It’s told in retrospect as Sophie journeys home by train across Europe. Considerably longer than the other stories, but it’s just too short to cover all the elements of Sophie’s life that Munro puts into it. It could have been a whole novel on its own and it seemed out of place in these otherwise contemporary stories. Something else I really like is the way Munro uses the environment. If you know the areas where she places her characters, they’re immediately recognizable, but they’re described in a spare way and without excessive detail that would otherwise get in the way. I’m thinking of Powell River that doubles for Rough River in the second story. It’s “a place between the mountains and the sea” where Joyce has to leave to catch the ferry. That’s all: life on the coast.

  • ·Karen·
    2019-04-13 09:01

    There should be a separate category for Munro: make those five stars doubles. She takes you into her house of fiction, opening doors onto pain and horror, onto hope and happiness (too much), onto searing truth and ravaging emotion, and then stops, leaving you blinking in the sunlight, with the feeling that one layer of protective skin has been removed. I feel that there is a connecting theme: the power of story-telling and literature. Stories to save life in Free Radicals, to rescue and calm in Wenlock Edge, to conciliate, make sense of events in Dimensions, to expiate guilt in Child's Play. Munro is sometimes compared to Chekhov, to Turgenev, but she's incomparable. Thanks again Magda.

  • Delphine
    2019-04-21 04:03

    Great expectations...but alas. I have to agree with this review: "This was easy to read and the stories and characters were easy to become. I just felt like, why? Why did she have these situations happen to her characters and why did she bother to write about them? It's not like I demand a lot of action, I just didn't get her choices. Just because you can write beautifully doesn't mean you ought to write beautifully about such things. The situations and the characters didn't seem to mesh for me. Obviously, I'm not a big, fancy writer like Alice Munro, but why write weird stories that are weird in a non-thought-provoking way, like you're happy you borrowed this book from the library rather than have to see it on your bookshelf after you've finished it. These stories: they're not funny, they're not entertaining, they're not educational, and they're not fulfilling." The secret of short stories often lies in their subtleness; to disguise great emotions into everyday life. Munro just doesn't seem to deliver. Style was allright (though not sublime), content was useless.

  • Huy
    2019-03-30 07:04

    Xuyên suốt cuốn sách, giọng văn của Munro cứ dịu dàng, đằm thắm nhưng lại ẩn chứa sự lạnh lùng, sắc bén đến rợn người. Không biết bao lần tôi lạnh gáy khi đọc những câu văn tưởng chừng nhẹ nhàng, tràn đầy nữ tính của bà.Bà cứ nhẩn nha lật lại quá khứ của những nhân vật trong các câu chuyện của bà khi tất cả họ đều muốn chối bỏ nó dù không thể nào vượt qua được.

  • Paola
    2019-03-25 05:41

    Brava, brava, brava, la Munro, ma proprio tanto. (una delle mie scrittrici preferite, Strout, Oates e Munro la triade delle migliori)E’ con reverenza che si posa a fine lettura questo libro, con reverenza e gratitudine per le ore di piacevolissima e arricchente lettura.In questi racconti le donne sono ancora protagoniste, quella annientata dal dolore per l’uccisione dei figli, bambine crudeli con qualcuno di diverso, (Bambinate, il mio preferito), donne abbandonate, tradite che trovano la forza di vivere un futuro incerto, o la grande scienziata per la quale la troppa felicità alla prospettiva di sposare l’amato, non gli farà nemmeno percepire di stare morendo. La Munro ha una scrittura pacata, asciutta, i fatti sono ridotti all’essenziale, quello che é potente sono le descrizioni dei vissuti dei protagonisti rispetto all’evento. Spesso mi sono trovata a sospendere un momento la lettura e riflettere su quanto avevo letto perché qui sta la grande capacità di questa meravigliosa scrittrice, ti obbliga a riflettere, a riformulare delle domande, a ricercare risposte, sommuove, sposta i confini della comprensione, rimette in gioco. La capacità della Munro di “leggere” le dinamiche interiori che abitano ognuno di noi, mi lascia stupefatta, ma anche incantata, il suo é un osservare acuto e profondo con sguardo neutro e senza pregiudizi. Siam così, pare dirci, che ne pensi?

  • Solistas
    2019-03-30 05:02

    Στη βιβλιοθήκη του σπιτιού υπάρχουν όλα τα βιβλία της Munro (λόγω της συγκατοίκου που την λατρεύει), αλλά επειδή είμαι λίγο -αδικαιολόγητα- δύστροπος με τις συλλογές διηγημάτων, δεν είχα διαβάσει ούτε μισή ιστορία. Εν ολίγοις, όλο κάτι τέτοιες βλακείες κάνω, γιατί πραγματικά ενθουσιάστηκα με όσα διάβασα εδώ, αφού απ'τα 9 διήγηματα (συν την ομώνυμη νουβέλα) μόνο για 3 θα μπορούσα να πω ότι αδιαφόρησα και δεν μπήκα καν στον κόπο να τις καταλάβω.Από κει και πέρα όμως, βρήκα ένα σκασμό πανίσχυρες ιστορίες με τελείως διαφορετικών ειδών ήρωες και ηρωίδες, ιστορίες που λειτουργούσαν απ'την πρώτη σχεδόν στιγμή, όπως οι απίθανες Διαστάσεις, το συγκινητικό Πεζό κ το σχεδόν αστεία διαστροφικό Γουένλοκ Ετζ. Τέλος κι ίσως πάνω απ'όλα, τα Πρόσωπο κ Κάποιες Γυναίκες είναι τα δύο δείγματα που φθάνουν για να πειστεί όποιος, τέλος πάντων, αμφιβάλλει για το ταλέντο της Καναδής, το οποίο χαρακτηρίζεται απ'την αμεσότητα της γραφής της και την πραγματικά εντυπωσιακή και διεισδυτική ματιά που επιδεικνύει σε ελάχιστες σελίδες.Θα επανέλθω στις ιστορίες της (όταν κι αν συνέλθω απ΄το Κατά Μόνας του Νέουμαν που διαβάζω για δεύτερη φορά σερί)

  • Laura
    2019-04-08 07:45

    From Daily Lit: In "Fiction," by bestselling author Alice Munro, a narrator lovingly describes the life and home she's built with her husband—and then describes how that life crumbles before her eyes. The rest of the story has our narrator in a different place in her life, reconciling with her past in a way she might never have expected.  Sometimes, I do not understand how criteria are used to assign a Nobel prize for literature.

  • Erin
    2019-03-22 07:07

    Alice Munro might be the reason I hate short stories. I mean, she’s the best short story writer ever - perfect detail, brilliant dialogue, the amazing ability to move forward and back in time in seamless slips of paragraphs - but with this incredible talent comes (my) the awful realization that the story is only going to be 30 pages long. And that you want it to be 300. Which doesn’t even make sense because short stories have a certain something-something in the punchiness of the plot, the pace of things, that tells you that it can’t - shouldn’t - be sustained for more than 30 or 40 pages, and yet, such is the brilliance of the characters and the complexity of their motivations that I can’t help but be just a little furious that they’re capped at being *short*.In any case: it’s a dark collection. Murder, betrayal, knives and cheating and cold train trips. The last and titular story feels a little out of place in the collection in terms of time and setting - it’s historical fiction and set in Sweden/Denmark/Germany - but it maintains thematic resonance with preoccupations of the extent to which women will subsume their own desires and opportunities for the men in their lives, or that women are dependent (to the point of great violence) on men, or the propensity for violence that lives in each of us just waiting for particular - though not necessarily extraordinary - circumstances to come out.Anyway. I have some ambition to read all of Alice Munro’s collections next year, but then I realize that I have to take several days off from reading after each story because I find them just so intense. So maybe I won’t. Or maybe I’ll read a story a week or something. It’s a hard life for a reader when the challenge is how to space out brilliance so as to not squander it or be overwhelmed by its dazzling beauty.

  • Deea
    2019-03-28 04:05

    I was a bit disappointed with this book (but this might be just because there were other books by Munro which I appreciated more). There were however some stories that I liked (I liked "Fiction" the most), but I only managed to scribble a few words about the first story while reading it. So here it is:Dimensions *****How can a mother cope with the death of her children? Doree cannot help but blame her pernicious husband, the person who has murdered them in a moment of insanity, but she is also disparaging to herself for having left for one night trying to avoid her husband's scenes. While on the way to pay a visit to the husband who is now incarcerated in a hospital for people having mental conditions who have committed crimes, she manages to apply the little medical knowledge she has acquired from this husband while having tended to her own children and save another young person's life. Is it a coincidence that she knows the first-aid measures from a person who is now considered a monster by both her and society, is it a coincidence that she is on her way to visit her monster-husband, is this a way to expiate her/his sin? Munro doesn't respond to these questions, but asking them implicitly in this story, she seems to strongly affirm that everything happens for a reason, even horrible facts, and that everything is connected. Would a good happening create a spiritual balance in the struggle between good and evil in our world?

  • Ffiamma
    2019-04-09 10:39

    i libri di alice munro per me sono una certezza; so che, leggendo i suoi racconti, toccherò una materia urticante e allo stesso tempo attraente. che mi immergerò in un mondo di sottile perfidia, in cui il male e la sofferenza (ma anche la banalità del quotidiano) sono raccontati con lievità mai superficiale. questa raccolta non fa eccezione, anche se c'è qualcosa di leggermente diverso: un tema ricorrente e un fulgido racconto di chiusura (che dà il titolo). grazie, signora munro.

  • Bruce
    2019-04-07 10:55

    This is a collection of ten short stories by the Canadian author, Alice Munro. As always, Munro writes beautifully, creating situations of exquisite poignancy, every bit of her work demonstrating not only great sensitivity but consummate craft. Why is it that I often find her stories agonizing to read? Is it because her characters, usually women, seem so fated, so seemingly incapable of breaking out of the lives in which they find themselves, no matter how painful or destructive those lives may be?In the first story, “Dimensions,” Doree appears to be drawn inexorably back into a relationship that has been horrifying and dehumanizing. Why? Only at the very end is there a suggestion, and it is no more than a suggestion, that she may resist, her resistance occurring when, for the first time, she engages in an action of personal efficacy.“Fiction” provides an unusual view of lives intersecting in unexpected ways over time, a teacher and musician encountering the daughter of a former rival forty years after the child’s mother displaced the teacher in a marriage. So many “what-might-have-beens” are raised, and so many roads not taken, all contributing to an atmosphere of either regrets or wonderings.In “Wenlock Edge”, a college student acquiesces to an odd sexual experience, finding herself later with a sense of vague diminishment.“Deep-Holes” is the story of a wife and mother who never seems to manage the expectations and demands of the men in her life, always seeming inadequate even though she is the only truly emotionally healthy member of the family. Often, almost always, Munro’s women seem trapped, controlled, kept from being themselves by the men in their lives, almost all of whom are insensitive, demanding, and boorish. Why is this so? Does it reflect something about Munro’s own life? Is it simply a commentary on the difficulties of communication? A commentary on the role of women today, in our society? It seems a bit odd to me. It cannot be denied that she writes creatively and beautifully, creating and maintaining moods with great skillfulness.In “Free Radicals”, a woman dying of cancer inadvertently encounters a murderer. And “Face” and “Some Women” are about ambiguous relationships and the failure of children truly to understand adult concerns and actions.I found “Child’s Play” particularly wrenching. Munro has a special sensitivity to the experiences and emotions that many of us, as the years pass, turn away from and ultimate suppress. And she is able to probe and express those memories and feelings in a way that can be generalized to the individual history of each reader. It is often not very comfortable, and I frequently end a story feeling somehow soiled, inexplicably guilty, as if I have been a sort of co-conspirator with the characters in the narrative. But always I finish reading Munro with a sense that she has gotten life right, that she has put her finger on the soft underbelly of existence in a way that is both wondrous and indescribably painful.“Wood,” one of the shortest pieces in this selection, is an evocative and almost tender exploration of a childless marriage, focusing primarily on the husband who, in the end, is rescued by his wife, an action that precipitates her return from what sounds like a crippling depression.In the final title work, the longest by far in the volume, Munro moves in an entirely different direction, this being a (fictionalized) biographical piece about the real-life mathematician, Sophia Kovalevsky. Interesting in its own right, it is so contrasting in content and tone from the other stories as to raise the question of why it was included in this volume of short stories. It does demonstrate the life of a woman who to some extent escaped the constraints her society put upon her. To some extent. I liked it.

  • Elham
    2019-04-01 08:47

    As a friend of mine said, I'm not going to say this book was good, very good or excellent. It was strong. Written in a way that I felt my eyes were hammered to the pages from the beginning. Now that I've just finished the book, I can not leave the mood and the world of the last story. I'm still in it. Too Much Happiness (the title story) is the story of a Russian woman mathematician, Sofia Kovalevskaya. Her relationships, challenges, achievements, awards, travels, loves...and finally her early death at 41. And it was for me as tragic as the recent death of a Persian woman mathematician, Maryam Mirzakhani, who died of cancer just a few weeks ago in a hospital in USA at the age of 40. She was the first woman to be honored with Fields Medal in mathematics. Too Much Happiness, in my opinion, is very different from the rest of stories. Time, place and theme are different. Reading the first story, Dimensions and also a bite Child's Play for me were like reading O'Connor's stories (I'm in the middle of herComplete Stories) albeit a little more delicate and sensitive which could show different aspects and layers of crimes and criminals' stimulus. And women have the main roles. While in O'Connor's almost all the stories (so far that I read) are written based of the idea of men as criminals and they are continually the main characters, something that I should know why.Times sometimes flies in stories, sometimes linearly or non-linearly. As at the end of a story we read:I grew up, and old.This was my second reading experience of Munro (my first was Dear Life) and loved it even more than the first one - maybe because I felt it was more creative or it contained more ups and downs...but I think Dear Life did have a different style and its main goal was to make a masterpiece from maybe nothing or the simplest aspects of dear lives that perhaps they thought they could never be the ideas for stories.

  • Sarah
    2019-04-01 10:48

    I think there should be a law regarding the inverse relationship between books and movies with "happiness" in the title and the actual happiness allowed the characters. Munro acknowledges that in the excellent story "Free Radicals," in which the protagonist is a reader. "She read modern fiction too. Always fiction. She hated to hear the word "escape" used about fiction. She might have argued, notj ust playfully, that it was real life that was the escape. But this was too important to argue about."These are beautiful stories, with richly drawn characters living lives that are not escapes for them or the reader. Not that they're unbearable downers, either; they are simply slices of what feel like true lives, distilled. It's amazing the depth that the author is able to fit into such short pieces of fiction. She even pokes a little fun at her own craft in the story "Fiction", allowing the protagonist to muse on a book within the story: "How Are We to Live is a collection of short stories, not a novel. This in itself is a disappointment. It seems to diminish the book's authority, making the author seem like somebody who is just hanging on to the gates of Literature, rather than safely settled inside."I've never heard of anyone accusing Alice Munro of being a hanger-on, though she has written a dozen story collections and "only" one novel, but I have a feeling that she has come across that criticism before. This collection, like all of her work, allows her to thumb her nose at those nameless accusers. There is little that can be done in a novel that she can't do in twenty pages.

  • Kathy
    2019-03-30 06:51

    The title is most ironic. This collection of stories seems more tragic and depressing than happy to me. I looked for some positive joy in each story, but was left with sadness instead. Sadly, I did not enjoy this book and look forward to my book club discussion to hopefully find some redeaming qualities for the book.Ah, after book club, I was able to discover some notes of optimism. Perhaps Munro was using shocking allegory, such as stripping away clothing represented removal of ones mental barriers exposing the inner self. Also, Munro may be trying to tell readers that abnormal behavior is part of human psyche: thought provoking indeed.

  • Arwen56
    2019-04-21 10:07

    Mi è piaciuto moltissimo il racconto “Troppa felicità”, che dà il titolo alla raccolta. Una vita condensata nello spazio di poche pagine, che pure arriva al lettore nella sua interezza e con tutte le sfumature dei sentimenti, le incertezze delle situazioni, le illusioni delle speranze e le gioie degli attimi. Praticamente perfetto.Ho gradito meno gli altri, che ho trovato un po’ forzati, per certi versi più “sensazionalistici” e, pertanto, meno pregevoli e incisivi.