Alice Munro’s short stories are always brilliant and never disappoint.
They are an enjoyment to read, and Friend of My Youth is no exception.
They tell real, inner and wonderful dreams which belong to every reader.
She evocates the human nature of her characters around a world that goes beyond time and place.
Their characters are common characters, they live, love, go to work but thanks to her imaginative voice, Alice Munro is able to change the apparently ordinary into shining. When she describes the routine, she makes it pulse.
Each story is a combination of surprise and dream.
In dreams you can have the feeling that you've had this dream before, that you have this dream over and over again, and you know that it's really nothing that simple. You know that there's a whole underground system that you call "dreams," having nothing better to call them, and that this system is not like roads or tunnels but more like a live body network, all coiling and stretching, unpredictable but finally familiar--where you are now, where you've always been.
