Munro has spent a lifetime writing short stories and now, well into her senior years has garnered the most coveted prize in the world.
How did she do it? Well, she never gave up and continued writing short stories even when everyone else declared the genre "dead on arrival". For decades, Munro has had a passion for the genre and now has finally been rewarded for it.
Prior to Munro's Nobel Prize win, Lydia Davis won the Man Booker International Prize, a decision that took the literary world by storm. While two successive prizes for the short story genre might be considered a coincidence, the revival of the short story was cemented when George Saunders won the inaugural Folio Prize at the beginning of 2014 for "Tenth of December".
If this was not enough confirmation of the rise in popularity of the short story, there is another tide on the horizon - a growing number of famous novel writers (including Stephen King) have short story offerings currently available that have been met with rave reviews.
Most literary critics and book publishers say that short stories don’t sell. But I beg to differ. According to The Bookseller (the trade magazine for the publishing industry), short story sales rose 35 per cent in 2013! This was before Munro, Davis and Saunders won their awards.
So what is up with the short story genre? Is it seeing a revival? Is it rising from the ashes like a Phoenix as a modern form and worthy of accolades? Is it now time for authors to get out there and write more short stories?
In my humble opinion, I believe the answer is a resounding "YES!" to all of these questions.
I may be biased because I love writing and reading short stories. But upon deeper reflection, I have come to realize the short story genre is an "underdog" in literary circles and I most always root for the underdog.
I also believe that the short attention span of most of us in this day and age makes the short story a perfect fit for casual reading in short spans of time in our daily lives.
Only time will tell if this is indeed a tsunami of popularity for the short story or just a ripple in the waters. Regardless of the outcome, I will continue writing short stories because I love them and that is what I am destined to do.
Sugar, flour and fruit were in short supply and it would be another week before she could afford more ingredients. If she did not get them back and deliver them to her grandmother, the sales at ‘Grannies Cafe’ would plummet and they would most likely not make the rent.
Those bears were really getting into grooming, obsessively and compulsively so. What triggered in their brains for them to continue this behavior, she had no idea. But, it was her best chance to grab the goods and make a run for it.
She leaped into action and in one continuous swoop, retrieved the basket and dove through the same window she had used to enter the cabin. Like a ninja in the night, she was gone in an instant. Not one bear noticed her stealthy departure and they all continued grooming.
That was too easy, she thought to herself as she scurried down the path to grandmother’s house.
“Whoa!” the wolf barked as he stepped onto the path in front of her, the basket falling to the ground and the contents scattering.
“What the heck …” she stammered as she tried to understand what had just happened.
The bears looked on from their front porch, each eating a fresh blueberry muffin and wondering why the little blond girl had stolen their basket of pine cones.