"I was tired from the drive - all the way up to Dalgleish, to get him, and
back to Toronto since noon - and worried about getting the rented car back
on time, and irritated by an article I had been reading in a magazine
in the waiting room. It was about another writer, a woman younger,
better-looking, probably more talented than I am. I had been in England
for two months and so I had not seen this article before, but it crossed
my mind while I was reading that my father would have. I could hear him
saying, Well, I didn't see anything about you in Maclean's. And if he
had read something about me he would say, Well, I didn't think too much
of that write-up. His tone would be humorous and indulgent but would
produce in me a familiar dreariness of spirit. The message I got from
him was simple: Fame must be striven for, then apologized for. Getting
or not getting it, you will be to blame." - from "The Moons of Jupiter"
If I were ever to start a tumblr, it'd be called "Alice Munro Just Killing It."
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