We’re in the pumpkin season, of course – suffering such abominations as pumpkin coffee and pumpkin beer. (Pie, bread, muffins, all that traditional stuff is great.) I threw in this photo of young Hemingway just because he was so handsome; that’s easy to forget when you see pictures of his older self.
I am so pleased that Alice Munro won the Nobel Prize in literature. I have loved her writing for decades. Some of her stories are gritty, sad, and difficult to read; there is no one who penetrates into the hearts and minds of her characters the way she does. It’s unusual for a writer who has gone the distance to only write short stories, but obviously it’s her form. It’s about time a Canadian won, too.
Wonderful quote from Oscar Wilde: “All bad poetry springs from genuine feeling.” His birthday was October 16.