Alice Munro and the abuse of her daughter | EUROtoday

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On a brilliant July day practically twenty years in the past, I drove with my husband, a journalist, from Toronto to Goderich, Ontario, a three-hour drive throughout flat, vast nation. It was the summer time of 2005, and since Alice Munro's new agent didn’t know that she now not gave interviews to overseas journalists on precept – she was afraid of speaking an excessive amount of after which not having the ability to appropriate herself, she later defined to us – we had managed to get an appointment along with her by likelihood. By the time she observed the agent's mistake, we had already made preparations, and she or he was too well mannered to show us down.