Mondays...

A Monday is the day that normally we plan to do things right, properly; it's a new week, a new start.  Therefore, on Mondays I will post a Short Story link so you can familiarize yourselves with the form of the Short Story (which I absolutely adore) and also get to know writers that you might not be familiar with.  It also gives me the excuse to read more Short Stories or go back to the ones I love.  On this November Monday, we will pay tribute to an absolute master of the form, the recent Nobel Prize Winner, Canadian author Alice Munro.  The story appeared on The New Yorker on September, 2008.  It is called 'Face' and this is the opening paragraph:
           
       "I am convinced that my father looked at me, really saw me, only once. After that, he knew what was there.  In those days, they didn’t let fathers into the glare of the theatre where babies were born, or into the room where the women about to give birth were stifling their cries or suffering aloud. Fathers laid eyes on the mothers only once they were cleaned up and conscious and tucked under pastel blankets in the ward or in semi-private or private rooms. My mother had a private room, as became her status in town, and it was just as well, actually, seeing the way things turned out."

When you read the full story, let me know what you thought about it...
http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2008/09/08/face?currentPage=all

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