This is not a blog post. Not really. It may look like one, because it is typed in the usual font and has a title at the top and a picture on the left, but unlike the times when I have come into the blog world with an agenda to ponder on, today I have only a few, brief things to say. These are more the scattered thoughts of my mind that I want to share. Since they do not fit into the blog post I was expecting to publish today, I thought I would write this instead and then post the original blog post tomorrow.
First, I am on Twitter now. If you have been following this blog for a while, you might remember that this was a decision I was very unsure about making. I sought out the advice of you all, and ended up getting some very well-reasoned replies about the benefits of Twitter. Since I am a slow learner, I took a long time before I decided to join the site, but I am now on. It’s very big, but it’s not as scary as I thought it would be. If you are on Twitter as well, feel free to join me. I can’t promise my account will be anything besides a random jumble of thoughts, articles, videos, announcements, reviews, and opinions. Essentially, it’s a mini version of this site. At this time, if you follow me, I will follow you back (as long as you aren’t spam, which I hope you are not). I read a blog post the other day about how you should not follow back your followers, because it will make you appear more “important” if you have more followers than accounts you are following. I am not out to prove any point, or to convince anyone that I am some important human being (it wouldn’t work, anyway), so I see no reason in not following someone who took the time to follow me.
On to the congratulatory section of this non-blog post. I would like to take a moment to raise my virtual glass to Alice Munro for winning the Nobel Prize in Literature. This is really an exciting win on multiple levels. First, by winning, she enters a select group of females that have won (over the past century, only twelve other women have been awarded) and also enters her own group, becoming the first full-time Canadian to win (Saul Bellow, a writer born in Quebec, won the prize in 1976, but he had lived in the United States for 40 years before he won). It is also rare that a writer who only writes short stories wins the Nobel Prize, which is so frequently given to novelists. Novelists should also be given respect, of course, but the short story is an art form that has really been quieted down in recent decades. It seems some have fallen under the impression that the length of a story dictates its worthiness. A 700-page novel, some would argue, is “ambitious”, while a “mere” short story is just a little piece of fiction meant to be read and discarded in one night. I would suggest, though, that a short story, when written with the depth, care, and energy that Munro brings to it, can be just as ambitious as the novel. While not as long, the short story still reveals a story and brings a cast of characters to life, only without the luxury of space that the novel is allowed. In this way, it may be even more ambitious than the novel. Having been a fan of hers for years, I hope that this award encourages others to find the artistic creations of Munro—and I hope (and expect) they will be as dazzled as I was and continue to be.
That is all for this non-blog post. If you have any thoughts you would like to add, feel free to use the comments section down below.
*Photo Courtesy of npr.org.