The incomparable Alice Munro’s bestselling and rapturously acclaimed Runaway is a book of extraordinary stories about love and its infinite betrayals and surprises, from the title story about a young woman who, though she thinks she wants to, is incapable of leaving her husband, to three stories about a woman named Juliet and the emotions that complicate the luster of her i...
The incomparable Alice Munro’s bestselling and rapturously acclaimed Runaway is a book of extraordinary stories about love and its infinite betrayals and surprises, from the title story about a young woman who, though she thinks she wants to, is incapable of leaving her husband, to three stories about a woman named Juliet and the emotions that complicate the luster of her intimate relationships. In Munro’s hands, the people she writes about–women of all ages and circumstances, and their friends, lovers, parents, and children–become as vivid as our own neighbors. It is her miraculous gift to make these stories as real and unforgettable as our own.
作者简介
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Alice Ann Munro, née Laidlaw, is a Canadian short-story writer who is widely considered one of the world's premier fiction writers. Munro is a three-time winner of Canada's Governor General's Award for fiction. Her stories focus on human relationships looked at through the lens of daily life. She has thus been referred to as "the Canadian Chekhov."
Alice Ann Munro, née Laidlaw, is a Canadian short-story writer who is widely considered one of the world's premier fiction writers. Munro is a three-time winner of Canada's Governor General's Award for fiction. Her stories focus on human relationships looked at through the lens of daily life. She has thus been referred to as "the Canadian Chekhov."
She is the winner of the 2013 Nobel Prize in Literature.
读了半个学期 最喜欢的故事是chance和trespasses 还有tricks好喜欢想一遍一遍的读 When she touched a printed name with her finger, she might have touched the very place he was in. 感同身受
there was a feeling of sanctuary. For miles, Neil and Grace were quiet, and there was still no break in the trees, no end to the forest. But then Neil broke the peace. He said, "Can you drive?" And when Grace said no he said, "I think you should learn." He meant right then. He stopped the car, got out, and came around to her side, gesturing to her to move behind the wheel. "No better place than...
2021-02-10 13:00
there was a feeling of sanctuary. For miles, Neil and Grace were quiet, and there was still no break in the trees, no end to the forest. But then Neil broke the peace.
He said, "Can you drive?" And when Grace said no he said, "I think you should learn."
He meant right then. He stopped the car, got out, and came around to her side, gesturing to her to move behind the wheel.
"No better place than this."
"What if something comes?"
"Nothing will. And we can manage if it does. Thats' why I picked a straight strethch."
He did not bother explaining anything about how cars ran__ he simply showed her where to put her feet, and made her practice shifting the gears, then said, "Now go, and do what I tell you."
The first leap of the car terrified her. She ground the gears,and she thought he would put an end to the lesson immediately, but he just laughed. He said, "Whoa, easy. Easy. Keep going," and she did. He did not comment on her steering, except to say, "Keep going, keep going, keep on the road, don't let the engine die."
"When can I stop?" she said.
"Not till I tell you how."
He made her keep driving until they came out of the tunnel of trees, and then he instructed her about the brake. As soon as she had stopped, she opened the door so that they could trade sides, but he said, "No. This is just a breather. Soon you'll be getting to like it." And then they started again she began to see that he might be right. Her momentary surge of confidence almost took them into a ditch. Still, he laughed when he had to grab the wheel, and the lesson continued.
She drove for what seemed like miles, and even went_slowly_around several curves. Then he said that they had better switch back, because he could not get a feeling of direction unless he was driving.
He asked how she felt now, and though she was shaking all over she said, "O.K."
He rubbed her arm from should to elbow and said, "What a liar, " But did not touch her, beyond that, did not let any part of her feel his mouth again.
He must have got his feeling of direction back when they came to crossroads some miles on, for he turned left, and the trees thinned out and they climbed a rough road up to a village, or at least a roadside collection of bulidings.
引自 Passionwith some difficulty, she got him over the passenger seat. If that did not wake him, it was clear that nothing could. It took her a while to figure out how the headlights went on, and then she began to move the car, jerkily, slowly, back onto the road.
she had no idea of direction, and there was not a soul on the street to ask. She just kept driving, to the other side of the town, and there, most blessedly, was a sign pointing the way to Bailey's Falls, among other places. Only nine miles.
She drove along the two-lane highway, never at more than thirty miles an hour. There was little traffic. Once or twice a car passed her, honking, and the few she met honeked also. In one case, it was probably because she was going so slowly, and, in the other, because she did not know how to dim the lights. Never mind. She couldn't stop to get her courage up again. She had to just keep going, as he had said. Keep going.
At first she did not recognize Bailey's Falls, coming upon it in this unfamiliar way. When she did, she became more frightened than she had been in all the nine miles.
It was one thing to drive in unknot territory, another to turn in at the inn gates.
He was awake when she stopped in the parking lot. He didn't show any surprise at where they were, or at what she had done. In fact, he told her, the honking had woken him, miles back, but he had pretended to be still asleep, because the important thing was not to startle her. He hadn't been worried, though. He'd known that she would make it.
She asked if he was awake enough to drive now.
"Wide awake. Bright as a dollar."
引自 Passion
simple statements, however it impressed me deeply those two parts about driving. I reread the Chinese version, i'd say they are two sides of the same story.
Robin has had patients who believe that combs and toothbrushes must lie in the right order, shoes must face in the right direction, steps must be counted, or some sort of punishment will follow. If she has failed in that department, it would be in the matter of the green dress. Because of the woman at the cleaners, the sick child, she wore the wrong green dress. She wished she could tell somebody.
2015-01-28 07:13
Robin has had patients who believe that combs and toothbrushes must lie in the right order, shoes must face in the right direction, steps must be counted, or some sort of punishment will follow.
If she has failed in that department, it would be in the matter of the green dress. Because of the woman at the cleaners, the sick child, she wore the wrong green dress.
She wished she could tell somebody.引自 Tricks
She was too serious, maybe that was the problem. Too serious about something like King Lear and not about making use of dances and tennis games. A certain kind of seriousness in a girl could cancel out looks.
2015-01-28 03:32
She was too serious, maybe that was the problem. Too serious about something like King Lear and not about making use of dances and tennis games. A certain kind of seriousness in a girl could cancel out looks.引自 Tricks
Yet those few hours filled her with an assurance that the life she was going back to, which seemed so makeshift and unsatisfactory, was only temporary and could easily be put up with. And there was a radiance behind it, behind that life, behind everything, expressed by the sunlight seen through the train windows. The sunlight and long shadows on the summer fields, like the remains of the play i...
2015-01-28 03:11
Yet those few hours filled her with an assurance that the life she was going back to, which seemed so makeshift and unsatisfactory, was only temporary and could easily be put up with. And there was a radiance behind it, behind that life, behind everything, expressed by the sunlight seen through the train windows. The sunlight and long shadows on the summer fields, like the remains of the play in her head.引自 Tricks
a life, a place , chosen for that specific reason . P.s. 好书'，写作手法让我想起了我最爱的高尔基！ ... 513 but what would she care about ,how would she know that she was alive ? !!!
2013-10-15 05:36
a life, a place , chosen for that specific reason 引自第10页
. P.s. 好书'，写作手法让我想起了我最爱的高尔基！
... 513 but what would she care about ,how would she know that she was alive ?引自第10页
A bedtime story, in which details were important and had to be added to every time, and this with convincing reluctance, shyness, giggles, dirty, dirty. Clara was nothing like them. If she resembled anybody in Sylvia's life, it would have to be certain girls she had known in high school---those who were bright but never too bright, easy athletes but not strenuously competitive, buoyant but not ...
2014-04-26 15:32
A bedtime story, in which details were important and had to be added to every time, and this with convincing reluctance, shyness, giggles, dirty, dirty.
Clara was nothing like them. If she resembled anybody in Sylvia's life, it would have to be certain girls she had known in high school---those who were bright but never too bright, easy athletes but not strenuously competitive, buoyant but not rambunctious. Naturally happy.
the strange and terrible thing coming clear to her about that world of the future, as she now pictured it... And what was strange about it was that she was doing all this , she was riding on this bus in the hope of recovering herself. As ... might say - and as she herself might with satisfaction have said - taking change of her own life. With nobody glowering over her， nobody 's mood infecting...
2013-10-15 08:27
the strange and terrible thing coming clear to her about that world of the future, as she now pictured it... And what was strange about it was that she was doing all this , she was riding on this bus in the hope of recovering herself. As ... might say - and as she herself might with satisfaction have said - taking change of her own life. With nobody glowering over her， nobody 's mood infecting her with misery
But what would she care about? How would she know that she was alive?
While she was running away from him - now - Clark still kept his place in her life. But when she was finished running away , when she just went on , what would she put in his place ? What else - who else - could ever be so vivid a challenge 引自第30页
Exactly the same situation. I run away from China , run away from DC . Now I am here , am I planing another running away ? but the question is , did I success ? am I capable of running away from my own unsatisfactory , or self-abased ? if so why stilling running away? If not , why even bother to run away?
Be here now , and I wish I can have something to hold on in this life....
there was a feeling of sanctuary. For miles, Neil and Grace were quiet, and there was still no break in the trees, no end to the forest. But then Neil broke the peace. He said, "Can you drive?" And when Grace said no he said, "I think you should learn." He meant right then. He stopped the car, got out, and came around to her side, gesturing to her to move behind the wheel. "No better place than...
2021-02-10 13:00
there was a feeling of sanctuary. For miles, Neil and Grace were quiet, and there was still no break in the trees, no end to the forest. But then Neil broke the peace.
He said, "Can you drive?" And when Grace said no he said, "I think you should learn."
He meant right then. He stopped the car, got out, and came around to her side, gesturing to her to move behind the wheel.
"No better place than this."
"What if something comes?"
"Nothing will. And we can manage if it does. Thats' why I picked a straight strethch."
He did not bother explaining anything about how cars ran__ he simply showed her where to put her feet, and made her practice shifting the gears, then said, "Now go, and do what I tell you."
The first leap of the car terrified her. She ground the gears,and she thought he would put an end to the lesson immediately, but he just laughed. He said, "Whoa, easy. Easy. Keep going," and she did. He did not comment on her steering, except to say, "Keep going, keep going, keep on the road, don't let the engine die."
"When can I stop?" she said.
"Not till I tell you how."
He made her keep driving until they came out of the tunnel of trees, and then he instructed her about the brake. As soon as she had stopped, she opened the door so that they could trade sides, but he said, "No. This is just a breather. Soon you'll be getting to like it." And then they started again she began to see that he might be right. Her momentary surge of confidence almost took them into a ditch. Still, he laughed when he had to grab the wheel, and the lesson continued.
She drove for what seemed like miles, and even went_slowly_around several curves. Then he said that they had better switch back, because he could not get a feeling of direction unless he was driving.
He asked how she felt now, and though she was shaking all over she said, "O.K."
He rubbed her arm from should to elbow and said, "What a liar, " But did not touch her, beyond that, did not let any part of her feel his mouth again.
He must have got his feeling of direction back when they came to crossroads some miles on, for he turned left, and the trees thinned out and they climbed a rough road up to a village, or at least a roadside collection of bulidings.
引自 Passionwith some difficulty, she got him over the passenger seat. If that did not wake him, it was clear that nothing could. It took her a while to figure out how the headlights went on, and then she began to move the car, jerkily, slowly, back onto the road.
she had no idea of direction, and there was not a soul on the street to ask. She just kept driving, to the other side of the town, and there, most blessedly, was a sign pointing the way to Bailey's Falls, among other places. Only nine miles.
She drove along the two-lane highway, never at more than thirty miles an hour. There was little traffic. Once or twice a car passed her, honking, and the few she met honeked also. In one case, it was probably because she was going so slowly, and, in the other, because she did not know how to dim the lights. Never mind. She couldn't stop to get her courage up again. She had to just keep going, as he had said. Keep going.
At first she did not recognize Bailey's Falls, coming upon it in this unfamiliar way. When she did, she became more frightened than she had been in all the nine miles.
It was one thing to drive in unknot territory, another to turn in at the inn gates.
He was awake when she stopped in the parking lot. He didn't show any surprise at where they were, or at what she had done. In fact, he told her, the honking had woken him, miles back, but he had pretended to be still asleep, because the important thing was not to startle her. He hadn't been worried, though. He'd known that she would make it.
She asked if he was awake enough to drive now.
"Wide awake. Bright as a dollar."
引自 Passion
simple statements, however it impressed me deeply those two parts about driving. I reread the Chinese version, i'd say they are two sides of the same story.
Robin has had patients who believe that combs and toothbrushes must lie in the right order, shoes must face in the right direction, steps must be counted, or some sort of punishment will follow. If she has failed in that department, it would be in the matter of the green dress. Because of the woman at the cleaners, the sick child, she wore the wrong green dress. She wished she could tell somebody.
2015-01-28 07:13
Robin has had patients who believe that combs and toothbrushes must lie in the right order, shoes must face in the right direction, steps must be counted, or some sort of punishment will follow.
If she has failed in that department, it would be in the matter of the green dress. Because of the woman at the cleaners, the sick child, she wore the wrong green dress.
She wished she could tell somebody.引自 Tricks
She was too serious, maybe that was the problem. Too serious about something like King Lear and not about making use of dances and tennis games. A certain kind of seriousness in a girl could cancel out looks.
2015-01-28 03:32
She was too serious, maybe that was the problem. Too serious about something like King Lear and not about making use of dances and tennis games. A certain kind of seriousness in a girl could cancel out looks.引自 Tricks
Yet those few hours filled her with an assurance that the life she was going back to, which seemed so makeshift and unsatisfactory, was only temporary and could easily be put up with. And there was a radiance behind it, behind that life, behind everything, expressed by the sunlight seen through the train windows. The sunlight and long shadows on the summer fields, like the remains of the play i...
2015-01-28 03:11
Yet those few hours filled her with an assurance that the life she was going back to, which seemed so makeshift and unsatisfactory, was only temporary and could easily be put up with. And there was a radiance behind it, behind that life, behind everything, expressed by the sunlight seen through the train windows. The sunlight and long shadows on the summer fields, like the remains of the play in her head.引自 Tricks
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0 有用 小知儿 2014-06-02
第一篇run away读下来感觉她是女版的雷蒙德·卡佛，算了还是雷蒙德·卡佛是男版的爱丽丝·门罗吧，他们有一个共同的特质让人非常欣羨－－不拿野蛮当纯粹，不用诳语也可见功力，都是会讲故事的人～
7 有用 锡亚努 2014-09-09
应该如何以一种non-condescending的方式去对待他人，才可能形成这样精准的观察呢？我猜原因是要有慧眼识珠的洞察力，对自己足够冷酷的科学式的impassiveness，和大量的观察思考。大多数故事偏冷峻，唯有一篇Tricks暖到几近流俗。故事的主角当然是女性，但是Munro那种站在对面立场上，对男性弱点的深刻理解和释然式的包容有着近乎母性的智慧，实在让人羞愧难当。
3 有用 Rachel 2014-01-22
读了半个学期 最喜欢的故事是chance和trespasses 还有tricks好喜欢想一遍一遍的读 When she touched a printed name with her finger, she might have touched the very place he was in. 感同身受
0 有用 Jessie 2016-03-13
短篇小说集，较喜欢其中三篇
1 有用 刹仁酱 2015-05-27
看得很心塞。。我在每个故事的女性身上都看到了自己的影子
0 有用 bloom 2021-02-17
读着心里太酸涩了，像晕一艘下不去的船。虽然可能因为总爱慕alcoholics最喜欢passion，但觉得门罗的高超和残酷在chance和powers两个系列里更得尽致。其时空结构与遒劲力道之恐怖也显现于我作为读者的恐惧——确实由此害怕每一个下一刻——踏出下一步，你就会被砸入命运的洪流中。
0 有用 _ 2021-01-20
Tricks...🥺🥺🥺
0 有用 Tlön 2021-01-18
太好了。最喜欢Runaway, Tricks和Powers。时间可以是命运的共谋，有时又使它显得如此渺小。门罗太擅长调度时间了，却不是炫耀式的调度，而是满怀悲悯地环顾历史的旷野、凝视记忆的遗骸。
0 有用 [已注销] 2020-12-22
「Chance」
0 有用 ljljopi 2020-12-03
最喜欢passion和trespass 最近一年发现还是要经历一些事情才能读懂这些短篇啊…