‘You, dear Alice Munro, have come close to solving the greatest mystery’

For the record: What the Nobel Prize committee said as it presented the 2013 Nobel Prize in Literature

Derek Shapton

Following are remarks made by Peter Englund, permanent secretary of the Swedish Academy, before the Nobel Prize in Literature was presented to Alice Munro’s daughter Jenny in Stockholm on Tuesday. Munro herself was too unwell to travel to the event.

It may seem like a paradox but it is actually quite logical. What we call world literature is generally rooted in the local and individual. In her writing, Alice Munro portrays with almost anthropological precision a recognizable, tranquil, everyday world with predictable, external accoutrements. Her equivalent of William Faulkner’s Yoknapatawpha County is located in southwestern Ontario. This flat, Canadian, agricultural landscape, with its broad rivers and seemingly bland, small towns is where most of her short stories unfold. But the serenity and simplicity are deceptive in every way. The tranquility of the outerworld is always apparent in Alice Munro’s works, which then open the portals to an inner world, where the opposite is true. Munro writes about what are usually called ordinary people, but her intelligence, compassion and astonishing power of perception enable her to give their lives a remarkable dignity — indeed, redemption, since she shows how much of extraordinary can fit into that jam-packed emptiness called the ordinary.

The trivial and trite are intertwined with the amazing and unfathomable, but never at the cost of contradiction. If you have never before fantasized about the strangers you see on a bus, you begin doing so after having read Alice Munro.

Her short stories rely very little on external drama. They are an emotional chamber play, her world of silences and lies, waiting and longing. The biggest events occur inside of her characters. The greatest pain remains unexpressed. Like few others, she is interested in the silent and the silenced, the passive, those who choose not to choose, who live on the sidelines, the quitters and the losers. Barriers in gender and class are never far away in her works.

In the mental topography that is Munro’s own, what might have happened is often just as important as what actually happened. Of key importance are all the things that her characters could not or did not wish to understand there and then, but that only long afterwards stand revealed at best in the form of an epiphany. This shows that our innermost self is essentially inaccessible to other people, often eluding even ourselves until it is too late.

In an uncompromising way, Alice Munro demonstrates that love rarely saves us or leads to reliable happiness and that few things can be as devastating to us as our own dreams. Sexuality is constantly present and its power is gripping. We’re often blind and even devastated. Even though genuine happiness may occur, sometimes accidentally, people rarely go unpunished for believing in romantic love. This might seem unbearably dark or even painful if her piercing lucidity was not mixed with something that — for want of a better word — I must call tenderness. If you read a lot of Alice Munro’s works carefully, sooner or later, in one of her short stories, you will come to face with yourself. This is an encounter that always leaves you shaking and often changed but never crushed.

The seemingly prosaic surface level in Alice Munro’s short stories is interwoven in an interesting way with her writing style and distinctive storytelling technique. The minimalist style we encounter is clean, transparent, subtle and stunningly precise. It is a challenge to find an unessential word or a superfluous phrase. Reading one of her texts is like watching a cat walk across a laid dinner table. A brief short story can often cover decades, summarizing a life as she moves deftly between different periods. No wonder Alice Munro’s often able to say more in 30 pages than an ordinary novelist is capable of in 300. She is a virtuoso of the elliptical and as the Academy said in its brief prize citation, the master of the contemporary short story.

Over the years, numerous prominent scientists have received a well-deserved award in this auditorium for having solved some of the great enigmas of the universe or of our material existence. But you, dear Alice Munro, like few others, have come close to solving the greatest mystery of them all: the human heart and its caprices.

The Swedish Academy congratulates you. I now ask Jenny Munro to rise and, in her mother’s place, receive the 2013 Nobel Prize in Literature from the hand of His Majesty the King.




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‘You, dear Alice Munro, have come close to solving the greatest mystery’

  1. VERY nice {{{{{APPLAUSE}}}}}

  2. One would have thought that some 12 million dollar a year bank president or other wealthy millions per year tycoon could have called up Alice M and said a limo will pick you up, take you to the airport where you will board a private jet, which will take you in total luxury and comfort to Sweden to receive the award and then bring you home.

    • I totally agree.

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