En The Paris Review, esta entrevista -de 1994- a la escritora canadiense, por Jeanne McCulloch, Mona Simpson: http://www.theparisreview.org/interviews/1791/the-art-of-fiction-no-137-alice-munro. Y de la cual me permito extraer unos fragmentos:
INTERVIEWER
When you start writing a story do you already know what the story will be? Is it already plotted out?
MUNRO
Not altogether. Any story that’s going to be any good is usually going to change. Right now I’m starting a story cold. I’ve been working on it every morning, and it’s pretty slick. I don’t really like it, but I think maybe, at some point, I’ll be into it. Usually, I have a lot of acquaintance with the story before I start writing it. When I didn’t have regular time to give to writing, stories would just be working in my head for so long that when I started to write I was deep into them. Now, I do that work by filling notebooks.
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INTERVIEWER
Were you a big reader growing up? What work if any had an influence?
MUNRO
Reading was my life really until I was thirty. I was living in books. The writers of the American South were the first writers who really moved me because they showed me that you could write about small towns, rural people, and that kind of life I knew very well. But the thing about the Southern writers that interested me, without my being really aware of it, was that all the Southern writers whom I really loved were women. I didn’t really like Faulkner that much. I loved Eudora Welty, Flannery O’Connor, Katherine Ann Porter, Carson McCullers. There was a feeling that women could write about the freakish, the marginal.
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