…for a brilliant woman. The death of Grace Paley is a surprise and a loss. I took an American Literature class, along with Rhett, from the award-winning writer Michael Trussler awhile back, and while a portion of our reading was poetry (Jorie Graham and Richard Howard) one book of short stories was Paley’s Enormous Changes at the Last Minute in our reading list. I’d say the changes in my thinking, and I’m sure Rhett’s, were enormous, extreme even. It’s sad that she had to leave us, and on my birthday of all days, but it’s good that we’ll have her in print, around to poke us in our writing (for those now addicted to FB) for years to come.
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This is sad news. I’m sorry I haven’t commented earlier. But Grace definitely changed the way I thought about literature, my own writing and life. The way she could contain years in a few words…
I have to admit that the obit in the Globe and Mail the other day piqued my interest… I don’t know the American canon… I was particularly interested in the statement that “her work was about what happened to the women that the male characters of Philip Roth, Saul Bellow and Bernard Malamud’s had loved and left behind”.
Is she a “woman’s” writer a la Munro (!)?
Discuss, compare and contrast… (Eng. 12 or what?!)
I thought you must be busy Rhett.
Hmm, Suzanne, this may require some more time, and perhaps a more indepth post on GP. She was the kind of writer that grabbed you by the balls and squeezed for as long as she had you. And she had you usually in the first paragraph.