翻译:《巴黎评论》艾丽丝·门罗访谈录 — 小说的艺术【原载于该刊1994年夏季刊】

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                                             Alice Munro, The Art of Fiction
                                                The Paris Review, No.137
                                             原载:《巴黎评论》 第137期
                             Interviewed by Jeanne McCulloch, Mona Simpson

      There is no direct flight from New York City to Clinton, Ontario, the Canadian town of three thousand where Alice Munro lives most of the year. We left LaGuardia early on a June morning, rented a car in Toronto, and drove for three hours on roads that grew smaller and more rural. Around dusk, we pulled up to the house where Munro lives with her second husband, Gerry Fremlin. It has a deep backyard and an ec

                                             Alice Munro, The Art of Fiction
                                                The Paris Review, No.137
                                             原载:《巴黎评论》 第137期
                             Interviewed by Jeanne McCulloch, Mona Simpson

      There is no direct flight from New York City to Clinton, Ontario, the Canadian town of three thousand where Alice Munro lives most of the year. We left LaGuardia early on a June morning, rented a car in Toronto, and drove for three hours on roads that grew smaller and more rural. Around dusk, we pulled up to the house where Munro lives with her second husband, Gerry Fremlin. It has a deep backyard and an eccentric flower garden and is, as she explained, the house where Fremlin was born. In the kitchen, Munro was preparing a simple meal with fragrant local herbs. The dining room is lined floor to ceiling with books; on one side a small table holds a manual typewriter. It is here that Munro works.
      After a while, Munro took us to Goderich, a bigger town, the county seat, where she installed us in the Bedford Hotel on the square across from the courthouse. The hotel is a nineteenth-century building with comfortable rooms (twin beds and no air-conditioning) that would seem to lodge a librarian or a frontier schoolteacher in one of Munro’s stories. Over the next three days, we talked in her home, but never with the tape recorder on. We conducted the interview in our small room at the hotel, as Munro wanted to keep “the business out of the house.” Both Munro and her husband grew up within twenty miles of where they now live; they knew the history of almost every building we passed, admired, or ate inside. We asked what sort of literary community was available in the immediate area. Although there is a library in Goderich, we were told the nearest good bookstore was in Stratford, some thirty miles away. When we asked whether there were any other local writers, she drove us past a ramshackle house where a man sat bare chested on the back stoop, crouched over a typewriter, surrounded by cats. “He’s out there every day,” she said. “Rain or shine. I don’t know him, but I’m dying of curiosity to find out what he’s up to.”
      Our last morning in Canada, supplied with directions, we sought out the house in which Alice Munro had grown up. Her father had built the house and raised mink there. After several dead ends, we found it, a pretty brick house at the very end of a country road, facing an open field where an airplane rested, alighted temporarily it seemed. It was, from our spot, easy to imagine the glamor of the air, the pilot taking a country wife away, as in “White Dump,” or the young aviation stuntsman who lands in a field like this in “How I Met My Husband.”
      在加拿大的最后一个早上,弄清大致方向后,我们开始寻访艾丽丝·门罗长大的那栋房子。她父亲建造了那所房子,并在那里养过水貂。走了几回死胡同后,我们终于找到了。房子很漂亮,是一栋砖房,坐落于一条乡间小道的尽头,面朝一块空地,空地上停着一架飞机,飞机似乎临时着陆于此。从我们所处的位置看去,很容易浮想联翩,联想到《白色垃圾场》(White Dump)中壮丽的苍穹、以及飞行员带走乡下情人的那副情景,或是《我同丈夫的罗曼史》(How I Met My Husband)中那位的年轻的特技飞行员,而且他所降落的田野同此情此景别无二致。
      Like the house, like the landscape of Ontario, which resembles the American Midwest, Munro is not imposing. She is gracious, with a quiet humor. She is the author of seven books of short stories, including the forthcoming Open Secrets, and one novel, Lives of Girls and Women; she has received the Governor-General’s Award (Canada’s most prestigious literary prize), and is regularly featured in Best American Short Stories (Richard Ford recently included two Alice Munro stories in the volume he edited), and Prize Stories: The O. Henry Awards; she also is a regular contributor to The New Yorker. Despite these considerable accomplishments, Munro still speaks of writing with some of the reverence and insecurity one hears in the voices of beginners. She has none of the bravura or bluster of a famous writer, and it is easy to forget that she is one. Speaking of her own work, she makes what she does sound not exactly easy, but possible, as if anyone could do it if they only worked hard enough. As we left, we felt that contagious sense of possibility. It seems simple—but her writing has a perfect simplicity that takes years and many drafts to master. As Cynthia Ozick has said, “She is our Chekhov and is going to outlast most of her contemporaries.”
      门罗为人低调,这一点很像她住所的风格,也很像安大略的景致,类似于美国中西部的风景。她不仅待人亲切,而且恬淡幽默。她写过七部短篇小说集,其中包括即将面世的《公开的秘密》(Open Secrets),还写过一部长篇小说,名叫《少女和妇女的生活》(Lives of Girls and Women)。她荣获过总督文学奖(加拿大最负盛名的文学奖项),作品经常出现在《美国最佳短篇小说选》(Best American Short Stories)(理查德·福特最近将门罗的两个短篇收录于他所编撰的那册)以及《欧·亨利获奖小说选》(Prize Stories:The O. Henry Awards)。她还定期为《纽约客》供稿。尽管屡获殊荣,门罗谈及写作时,依旧略显诚惶诚恐且小心翼翼,如此态度通常只会出现在初涉文坛者身上。她不像有些名作家,既不故弄玄虚,也不耸人听闻,人们甚至很容易忘记她本身就是位名作家。论及自己的小说时,她认为,自己所做的一切并非易事,但也绝非遥不可及,仿佛只要有人足够努力,便能取得同样的成就。临走时,我们都受她所感染,觉得凡事皆有可能。她的道理似乎很简单 – 她的作品相当平实,可唯有历经岁月、不断磨练,才能练就这种平实。诚如辛西娅·欧兹克【注1】所言,“她就是我们的契诃夫,比起同时代的大多数作家,她更能历久弥新,流芳后世。”

      INTERVIEWER: We went back to the house where you grew up this morning: did you live there your entire childhood?

      ALICE MUNRO: Yes. When my father died, he was still living in that house on the farm, which was a fox and mink farm. It’s changed a lot though. Now it’s a beauty parlor called Total Indulgence. I think they have the beauty parlor in the back wing, and they’ve knocked down the kitchen entirely.

      INTERVIEWER: Have you been inside it since then?

      MUNRO: No I haven’t, but I though if I did I’d ask to see the living room. There’s the fireplace my father built and I’d like to see that. I’ve sometimes thought I should go in and ask for a manicure.

      INTERVIEWER: We noticed a plane on the field across the road and thought of your stories “White Dump” and “How I Met My Husband.”

      MUNRO: Yes, that was an airport for a while. The man who owned that farm had a hobby of flying planes, and he had a little plane of his own. He never liked farming so he got out of it and became a flight instructor. He’s still alive. In perfect health and one of the handsomest men I’ve ever known. He retired from flight instruction when he was seventy-five. Within maybe three months of retirement he went on a trip and got some odd disease you get from bats in caves.

      INTERVIEWER: The stories in your first collection, Dance of the Happy Shades, are very resonant of that area, the world of your childhood. At what point in your life were those stories written?
      《巴黎评论》:您的第一本短篇小说集《快乐影子之舞》(Dance of the Happy Shades)里面的小说很容易让人联想到您的童年生活。这些小说是您什么时候创作出来的?

      MUNRO: The writing of those stories stretched over fifteen years. “The Day of the Butterfly” was the earliest one. That was probably written when I was about twenty-one. And I can remember very well writing “Thanks for the Ride” because my first baby was lying in the crib beside me. So I was twenty-two. The really late stories were written in my thirties. “Dance of the Happy Shades” is one; “The Peace of Utrecht” is another. “Images” is the very latest. “Walker Brothers Cowboy” was also written after I was thirty. So there’s a really great range.
      门罗:这些小说的创作时间前后有十五年。《蝴蝶的日子》(The Day of the Butterfly)是最早写出来的,大概是我二十一岁时完成的。我还清楚地记得写《多谢载我一程》(Thanks for the ride)的情景,因为当时我的第一个孩子就躺在我身旁的摇篮里,所以我那时候应该是二十二岁。创作的比较晚的篇目都是我三十多岁时写的。《快乐影子之舞》算其中的一个,《乌德勒支的和平》(The Peace of Utrecht)也是。《图像》(Images)写的最晚,《沃克兄弟公司旗下的牛仔》(Walker Brothers Cowboy)也是我三十岁以后写的。所以时间跨度真的很大。

      INTERVIEWER: How do they seem to hold up now? Do you reread them?

      MUNRO: There’s an early one in that collection called “The Shining Houses,” which I had to read at Harborfront in Toronto two or three years ago for a special event celebrating the history of Tamarack Review. Since it was originally published in one of the early issues of that magazine, I had to get up and read it, and it was very hard. I think I wrote that story when I was twenty-two. I kept editing as I read, catching all the tricks I used at that time, which now seemed very dated. I was trying to fix it up fast, with my eyes darting ahead to the next paragraph as I read, because I hadn’t read it ahead of time. I never do read things ahead of time. When I read an early story I can see things I wouldn’t do now, things people were doing in the fifties.
      门罗:两三年前,在多伦多的畔港区,《塔玛拉克评论》(Tamarack Review)【注2】杂志社举办了一场特别的庆典,以回顾杂志的发展历程。我当场朗读了一篇名叫《闪亮的房子》(The Shining House)的小说,是这本小说集中我较早写出来的一篇。这篇小说最早发表在该杂志创刊时的一期上,所以我必须起身来朗读它。读的时候,我觉得特别吃力,要知道,那篇小说是我二十二岁写的。我一边读、一边校订,还识破了当时用过的所有写作技巧,如今看来,这些技巧都特别老套。我试着快速地修改文章,读的时候,我的眼睛已经跳到了下一段,毕竟我没有提前过一遍,而且我从来就没这种习惯。读我早期的小说时,我发现了一些自己现在用不上的写法,一些流行于五十年代的写法。

      INTERVIEWER: Do you ever revise a story after it’s been published? Apparently, before he died, Proust rewrote the first volumes of Remembrance of Things Past.

      MUNRO: Yes, and Henry James rewrote simple, understandable stuff so it was obscure and difficult. Actually I’ve done it recently. The story “Carried Away” was included in Best American Short Stories 1991. I read it again in the anthology, because I wanted to see what it was like and I found a paragraph that I thought was really soggy. It was a very important little paragraph, maybe two sentences. I just took a pen and rewrote it up in the margin of the anthology so that I’d have it there to refer to when I published the story in book form. I’ve often made revisions at that stage that turned out to be mistakes because I wasn’t really in the rhythm of the story anymore. I see a little bit of writing that doesn’t seem to be doing as much work as it should be doing, and right at the end I will sort of rev it up. But when I finally read the story again it seems a bit obtrusive. So I’m not too sure about this sort of thing. The answer may be that one should stop this behavior. There should be a point where you say, the way you would with a child, this isn’t mine anymore.
      门罗: 对的,还有亨利·詹姆斯,他把一些简单易懂的部分进行重写,结果那些部分变得晦涩难懂了。事实上,我最近就做过修订工作。我的小说《逃离》(Carried Away)曾入选《美国最佳短篇小说选(1991年刊)》(Best American Short Stories 1991)。我找来选集,又读了一遍,想看看成书是什么样子,然后我发现,有一段我写得太过沉闷。那一段很短,却很重要,貌似只有两句话。于是我拿起笔来,在选集那一页的边上重写了那一段,这样一来,等到我重新以书本的形式出版这篇小说时,我就能以此为参照了。那段时间我经常做修改,可事后这些修改都不对,实际上我再也找不回写那些小说时候的节奏了。比方说,我看到一小部分文字似乎没有达到预想的效果,便在这一部分结尾处想办法加快这一部分的节奏。可等到我最后重读这篇小说时,那些修改过的部分又显得有些扎眼。所以对于改写这件事,我还真拿不太准。也许答案在于,这种行为就应该加以杜绝。人们总说“小说写完以后就不再属于自己”,就跟对待自己的儿女们那样,我觉得说的很有道理。

      INTERVIEWER: You’ve mentioned that you don’t show your works in progress to friends.

      MUNRO: No, I don’t show anything in progress to anybody.

      INTERVIEWER: How much do you rely on your editors?

      MUNRO: The New Yorker was really my first experience with serious editing. Previously I’d more or less just had copyediting with a few suggestions—not much. There has to be an agreement between the editor and me about the kind of thing that can happen. An editor who thought nothing happened in William Maxwell’s stories, for example, would be of no use to me. There also has to be a very sharp eye for the ways that I could be deceiving myself. Chip McGrath at The New Yorker was my first editor, and he was so good. I was amazed that anybody could see that deeply into what I wanted to do. Sometimes we didn’t do much, but occasionally he gave me a lot of direction. I rewrote one story called “The Turkey Season,” which he had already bought. I thought he would simply accept the new version but he didn’t. He said, Well, there are things about the new version I like better, and there are things about the old version I like better. Why don’t we see? He never says anything like, We will. So we put it together and got a better story that way, I think.
      门罗:为《纽约客》撰稿时,我第一次接触到了严肃的编辑工作。之前我接触的编辑差不多只进行一些文字上的修改,再提一点意见——意见真的不多。我必须同编辑就小说情节方面达成一致。举例来说,如果有编辑认为威廉·马克斯韦尔(William Maxwell)【注3】的短篇小说没有情节,那么这样的编辑对我来说毫无用处。当然,好的编辑也得有一双尖锐的眼睛,能够找出那些我自己给自己下套的地方。我在《纽约客》的第一位责编是奇普·麦格拉斯,他真的很称职。我特别惊讶,居然有人能如此够深入领会我的意图。有时候审校的工作量并不大,但他会时不时给我很多指导。我重写过一篇名叫《火鸡季》(The Turkey Season)的小说,他当时已经买了这本书了。我本以为他会接受修改过的版本,可他并不买账。他告诉我,“这么说吧,修改过的版本有些我喜欢的地方,不过原来的版本也有些我喜欢的地方。要不咱们再等等看?”他从不说类似于“我们要怎么做”的话。因此我们将两个版本结合起来,用这种办法修订出了一个更好的版本,在我看来的确如此。

      INTERVIEWER: How was this accomplished? By phone or by mail? Do you ever go into The New Yorker and hammer it out?

      MUNRO: By mail. We have a very fruitful phone relationship, but we’ve only seen each other a few times.

      INTERVIEWER: When did you first publish in The New Yorker?

      MUNRO: “Royal Beatings” was my first story, and it was published in 1977. But I sent all my early stories to The New Yorker in the 1950s, and then I stopped sending for a long time and sent only to magazines in Canada. The New Yorker sent me nice notes though—penciled, informal messages. They never signed them. They weren’t terribly encouraging. I still remember one of them: The writing is very nice, but the theme is a bit overly familiar. It was, too. It was a romance between two aging people—an aging spinster who knows this is it for her when she’s proposed to by an aging farmer. I had a lot of aging spinsters in my stories. It was called “The Day the Asters Bloomed.” It was really awful. And I didn’t write this when I was seventeen; I was twenty-five. I wonder why I wrote about aging spinsters. I didn’t know any.
      门罗: 《皇家式殴打》(Royal Beatings)是我在《纽约客》上发表的首部小说,发表于1977年。不过五十年代时,我就向《纽约客》投过早期所有的小说,后来很长一段时间内,我再也没向他们投过稿,只将稿件投到加拿大的杂志社去。不过《纽约客》给我寄过一些很贴心的便条——用铅笔写的,非正式的短信。他们从来不在上面署名,也不会过分鼓励后进。我还记得其中一个便条:“写的很不错,不过主题有些过于陈旧。”也的确如此。小说讲的是两位老者之间的感情——一位年迈的农民向一位老姑娘求婚,这时候,那位老姑娘意识到,她终于等到这一时刻了。小说叫做《紫菀盛放之日》(The Day the Asters Bloomed)。小说写的很糟糕。这可不是我十七岁时写的,那时我都二十五岁了。我的小说里写过很多老姑娘。我也很奇怪,自己为什么会写老姑娘,我并不认识什么老姑娘。
      INTERVIEWER: And you married young. It’s not as though you were anticipating a life as an aging spinster.

      MUNRO: I think I knew that at heart I was an aging spinster.

      INTERVIEWER: Were you always writing?

      MUNRO: Since about grade seven or eight.

      INTERVIEWER: Were you a serious writer by the time you went to college?

      MUNRO: Yes. I had no chance to be anything else because I had no money. I knew I would only be at university two years because the scholarships available at that time lasted only two years. It was this little vacation in my life, a wonderful time. I had been in charge of the house at home when I was in my teens, so university was about the only time in my life that I haven’t had to do housework.

      INTERVIEWER: Did you get married right after your two years?

      MUNRO: I got married right after the second year. I was twenty. We went to Vancouver. That was the big thing about getting married—this huge adventure, moving. As far away as we could get and stay in the country. We were only twenty and twenty-two. We immediately set up a very proper kind of middle-class existence. We were thinking of getting a house and having a baby, and we promptly did these things. I had my first baby at twenty-one.

      INTERVIEWER: And you were writing all through that?

      MUNRO: I was writing desperately all the time I was pregnant because I thought I would never be able to write afterwards. Each pregnancy spurred me to get something big done before the baby was born. Actually I didn’t get anything big done.

      INTERVIEWER: In “Thanks for the Ride,” you write from the point of view of a rather callous city boy who picks up a poor town girl for the night and sleeps with her and is alternately attracted to and revolted by the poverty of her life. It seems striking that this story came from a time when your life was so settled and proper.

      MUNRO: A friend of my husband’s came to visit us the summer when I was pregnant with my eldest daughter. He stayed for a month or so. He worked for the National Film Board, and he was doing a film up there. He told us a lot of stuff—we just talked the way you do, anecdotally about our lives. He told the story about being in a small town on Georgian Bay and going out with a local girl. It was the encounter of a middle-class boy with something that was quite familiar to me but not familiar to him. So I immediately identified strongly with the girl and her family and her situation, and I guess I wrote the story fairly soon afterwards because my baby was looking at me from the crib.

      INTERVIEWER: How old were you when that first book came out?

      MUNRO: I was about thirty-six. I’d been writing these stories over the years and finally an editor at Ryerson Press, a Canadian publisher that has since been taken over by McGraw-Hill, wrote and asked me if I had enough stories for a book. Originally he was going to put me in a book with two or three other writers. That fell through, but he still had a bunch of my stories. Then he quit but passed me onto another editor, who said, If you could write three more stories, we’d have a book. And so I wrote “Images,” “Walker Brothers Cowboy,” and “Postcard” during the last year before the book was published.

      INTERVIEWER: Did you publish those stories in magazines?

      MUNRO: Most of them got into Tamarack Review. It was a nice little magazine, a very brave magazine. The editor said he was the only editor in Canada who knew all his readers by their first names.

      INTERVIEWER: Have you ever had a specific time to write?

      MUNRO: When the kids were little, my time was as soon as they left for school. So I worked very hard in those years. My husband and I owned a bookstore, and even when I was working there, I stayed at home until noon. I was supposed to be doing housework, and I would also do my writing then. Later on, when I wasn’t working everyday in the store, I would write until everybody came home for lunch and then after they went back, probably till about two-thirty, and then I would have a quick cup of coffee and start doing the housework, trying to get it all done before late afternoon.

      INTERVIEWER: What about before the girls were old enough to go to school?

      MUNRO: Their naps.

      INTERVIEWER: You wrote when they had naps?

      MUNRO: Yes. From one to three in the afternoon. I wrote a lot of stuff that wasn’t any good, but I was fairly productive. The year I wrote my second book, Lives of Girls and Women, I was enormously productive. I had four kids because one of the girls’ friends was living with us, and I worked in the store two days a week. I used to work until maybe one o’clock in the morning and then get up at six. And I remember thinking, You know, maybe I’ll die, this is terrible, I’ll have a heart attack. I was only about thirty-nine or so, but I was thinking this; then I thought, Well even if I do, I’ve got that many pages written now. They can see how it’s going to come out. It was a kind of desperate, desperate race. I don’t have that kind of energy now.

      INTERVIEWER: What was the process involved in writing Lives?

      MUNRO: I remember the day I started to write that. It was in January, a Sunday. I went down to the bookstore, which wasn’t open Sundays, and locked myself in. My husband had said he would get dinner, so I had the afternoon. I remember looking around at all the great literature that was around me and thinking, You fool! What are you doing here? But then I went up to the office and started to write the section called “Princess Ida,” which is about my mother. The material about my mother is my central material in life, and it always comes the most readily to me. If I just relax, that’s what will come up. So, once I started to write that, I was off. Then I made a big mistake. I tried to make it a regular novel, an ordinary sort of childhood adolescence novel. About March I saw it wasn’t working. It didn’t feel right to me, and I thought I would have to abandon it. I was very depressed. Then it came to me that what I had to do was pull it apart and put it in the story form. Then I could handle it. That’s when I learned that I was never going to write a real novel because I could not think that way.
      门罗:我还记得开始写《生活》的那天。是在一月的的一个周日。书店周末不开门,我去了书店,然后把自己关在了书店里面。我丈夫说他来做晚饭,所以整个下午都归我支配。我记得自己环顾四周,看着周围那些伟大的作品,不禁想到:“你这个傻子!你来这儿干嘛?”可后来,我去了楼上的办公室,开始写一个题为“艾达公主”(Princess Ida)的章节,是关于我母亲的。与我母亲相关的那些素材是我生活中最核心的素材,我总能随拿随用。一旦放松下来,它们总会用现在我脑海中。于是,我一开始写这一章节,就根本停不下笔。后来,我犯了个严重的错误。我本想把它写成一本正常的长篇小说,一本关于童年和青春期的普通小说。差不多三月的时候,我发现这行不通。我感觉有些不对劲,觉得我可能得放弃这本小说。我特别沮丧,然后意识到,我必须得拆分这本书,把它写成一本短篇小说集。那样我就能搞定了。就这样,我明白我永远也写不出真正意义上的长篇小说,因为我的思维模式就不适合写长篇小说。

      INTERVIEWER: The Beggar Maid, too, is a sort of a novel because it’s interconnected stories.
      《巴黎评论》:《乞丐少女》(The Beggar Maid)也一样,某种角度来说,这也是一部长篇小说,因为其中的短篇小说全都相互联系。

      MUNRO: I don’t want to second-guess things too much, but I’ve often wanted to do another series of stories. In my new book, Open Secrets, there are characters who reappear. Bea Doud in “Vandals” is mentioned as the little girl in “Carried Away,” which is the first story I wrote for the collection. Billy Doud is the son of the librarian. They’re all mentioned in “Spaceships Have Landed.” But I mustn’t let this sort of plan overtake the stories themselves. If I start shaping one story so it will fit with another, I am probably doing something wrong, using force on it that I oughtn’t. So I don’t know that I’ll ever do that kind of series again, though I love the idea of it. Katherine Mansfield said something in one of her letters like, Oh, I hope I write a novel, I hope I don’t die just leaving these bits and pieces. It’s very hard to wean yourself away from this bits-and-pieces feeling if all you’re leaving behind is scattered stories. I’m sure you could think of Chekhov and everything, but still.
      门罗:我不太愿意去事后评论我的小说,不过我常希望创作一部新的短篇系列。我的新书《公开的秘密》中,出现了一些在之前小说中出现的角色。《破坏者》(Vandals)中的碧·多德是《逃离》中的那个小女孩,《逃离》是我新书的第一篇小说。比利·多德则是《逃离》中那位图书管理员的儿子。《宇宙飞船已降落》(Spaceships Have Landed)中也提到了他们。不过我不会让这种安排超越这些短篇小说本身。如果我为了让小说之间相互联系而故意捏造,那么我也许犯了错,于不该着力的地方刻意着力。所以我也不知道我以后会不会创作那种系列短篇,虽然我挺喜欢这个想法。凯瑟琳·曼斯菲尔德(Katherine Mansfield)【注4】在一封信中说过一些话,大致意思是:“哎,我希望我能写长篇小说,我希望死的时候,不仅只留下这些只言片语。”如果你留下的只是些零零碎碎的故事,你就很难摆脱那种破碎感。当然,人们可以拿契诃夫等伟大的短篇小说家来反驳,不过还是没法摆脱那种感觉。

      INTERVIEWER: And Chekhov always wanted to write a novel. He was going to call it “Stories from the Lives of My Friends.”
      《巴黎评论》:而且契诃夫一直想写长篇小说。他准备把它命名为《朋辈生活故事集》(Stories from the Lives of My Friends)。

      MUNRO: I know. And I know that feeling that you could have this achievement of having put everything into one package.

      INTERVIEWER: When you start writing a story do you already know what the story will be? Is it already plotted out?

      MUNRO: Not altogether. Any story that’s going to be any good is usually going to change. Right now I’m starting a story cold. I’ve been working on it every morning, and it’s pretty slick. I don’t really like it, but I think maybe, at some point, I’ll be into it. Usually, I have a lot of acquaintance with the story before I start writing it. When I didn’t have regular time to give to writing, stories would just be working in my head for so long that when I started to write I was deep into them. Now, I do that work by filling notebooks.

      INTERVIEWER: You use notebooks?

      MUNRO: I have stacks of notebooks that contain this terribly clumsy writing, which is just getting anything down. I often wonder, when I look at these first drafts, if there was any point in doing this at all. I’m the opposite of a writer with a quick gift, you know, someone who gets it piped in. I don’t grasp it very readily at all, the “it” being whatever I’m trying to do. I often get on the wrong track and have to haul myself back.

      INTERVIEWER: How do you realize you’re on the wrong track?

      MUNRO: I could be writing away one day and think I’ve done very well; I’ve done more pages than I usually do. Then I get up the next morning and realize I don’t want to work on it anymore. When I have a terrible reluctance to go near it, when I would have to push myself to continue, I generally know that something is badly wrong. Often, in about three quarters of what I do, I reach a point somewhere, fairly early on, when I think I’m going to abandon this story. I get myself through a day or two of bad depression, grouching around. And I think of something else I can write. It’s sort of like a love affair: you’re getting out of all the disappointment and misery by going out with some new man you don’t really like at all, but you haven’t noticed that yet. Then, I will suddenly come up with something about the story that I abandoned; I will see how to do it. But that only seems to happen after I’ve said, No, this isn’t going to work, forget it.

      INTERVIEWER: Can you always do that?

      MUNRO: Sometimes I can’t, and I spend the whole day in a very bad mood. That’s the only time I’m really irritable. If Gerry talks to me or keeps going in and out of the room or bangs around a lot, I am on edge and enraged. And if he sings or something like that, it’s terrible. I’m trying to think something through, and I’m just running into brick walls; I’m not getting through it. Generally I’ll do that for a while before I’ll give it up. This whole process might take up to a week, the time of trying to think it through, trying to retrieve it, then giving it up and thinking about something else, and then getting it back, usually quite unexpectedly, when I’m in the grocery store or out for a drive. I’ll think, Oh well, I have to do it from the point of view of so-and-so, and I have to cut this character out, and of course these people are not married, or whatever. The big change, which is usually the radical change.

      INTERVIEWER: That makes the story work?

      MUNRO: I don’t even know if it makes the story better. What it does is make it possible for me to continue to write. That’s what I mean by saying I don’t think I have this overwhelming thing that comes in and dictates to me. I only seem to get a grasp on what I want to write about with the greatest difficulty. And barely.

      INTERVIEWER: Do you often change perspective or tone?

      MUNRO: Oh yes, sometimes I’m uncertain, and I will do first person to third over and over again. This is one of my major problems. I often do first person to get myself into a story and then feel that for some reason it isn’t working. I’m quite vulnerable to what people tell me to do at that point. My agent didn’t like the first person in “The Albanian Virgin,” which I think, since I wasn’t perfectly sure anyway, made me change it. But then I changed it back to first again.
      门罗:恩,是的,有时候我不确定,我会在第一人称和第三人称之间摇摆不定。我在这方面上很成问题。我经常使用第一人称,让自己融入小说之中,然后因为某些原因,我又觉得第一人称行不通,这时我特别容易受别人影响。我的代理人不喜欢《阿尔巴尼亚处女》(The Albanian Virgin)中的第一人称,当时我并非百分百确定第一人称最好,这么一想,我便换了视角。可是后来,我又换回了第一人称。

      INTERVIEWER: How consciously, on a thematic level, do you understand what you’re doing?

      MUNRO: Well, it’s not very conscious. I can see the ways a story could go wrong. I see the negative things more easily than the positive things. Some stories don’t work as well as others, and some stories are lighter in conception than others.

      INTERVIEWER: Lighter?
      《巴黎评论》: 薄弱?

      MUNRO: They feel lighter to me. I don’t feel a big commitment to them. I’ve been reading Muriel Sparks’s autobiography. She thinks, because she is a Christian, a Catholic, that God is the real author. And it behooves us not to try to take over that authority, not to try to write fiction that is about the meaning of life, that tries to grasp what only God can grasp. So one writes entertainments. I think this is what she says. I think I write stories sometimes that I intend as entertainments.
      门罗:我觉得要薄弱些。我甚至都觉得不用对那些小说太过负责。最近我在读穆里尔·斯帕克(Muriel Spark)【注5】的自传。因为她的天主教基督徒身份,她认为上帝才是真正的作者,我们最好不要尝试取代上帝的权威,也不要尝试写事关生命意义的小说,那些东西唯有上帝方可理解。所以人们只能写消遣类的作品。我觉得她就这个意思。我也觉得,有时候我写的小说仅供消遣。

      INTERVIEWER: Can you give an example?
      《巴黎评论》: 您能举个例子么?

      MUNRO: Well I think that “Jack Randa Hotel,” which I quite like, works as an entertainment. I want it to, anyway. Although a story like “Friend of my Youth” does not work as an entertainment. It works in some other way. It works at my deepest level.
      门罗: 嗯,我很喜欢的那篇《杰克·兰达旅馆》(Jack Randa Hotel)就有消遣的功效。反正我希望如此。而像《年少时的伙伴》(Friend of my Youth)就不是供消遣的小说。它的价值不在于此,于我来说意义更深。

      INTERVIEWER: Do you agonize just as much over those pieces you consider “entertainments” as over your central material?
       《巴黎评论》: 您在创作这些您认为是“消遣作品”的过程中也会伤透脑筋么,就像您在整合核心素材时那样?

      MUNRO: Yes, that’s true.
      门罗: 嗯,说的没错。

      INTERVIEWER: Are there stories that haven’t been any trouble at all to write?
      《巴黎评论》: 有没有什么小说,您在创作过程中一点麻烦也没遇到?

      MUNRO: I actually wrote “Friend of my Youth” very quickly. From an anecdote. There is a young man I know who works in the library in Goderich and researches things for me. He was at our house one night and he began to talk about neighbors of his family, neighbors who lived on the next farm. They belonged to a religion that forbade them to play card games, and so they played Crokinole, which is a board game. He just told me about that, and then I asked him about the family, their religion, what they were like. He described these people and then told me about the marriage scandal: the young man who comes along who is a member of their church and gets engaged to the older daughter. Then, low and behold, the younger sister was pregnant so the marriage has to be switched. And they go on all living together in the same house. The stuff about fixing the house, painting it over is all true too. The couple painted their half, and the older sister didn’t—half the house got painted.

      INTERVIEWER: Was there really a nurse?

      MUNRO: No, the nurse I invented, but I was given the name. We had a fund-raising event at the Blyth Theater, about ten miles away from here. Everybody contributed something to be auctioned off to raise money, and somebody came up with the idea that I could auction off the right to have the successful bidder’s name used for a character in my next story. A woman from Toronto paid four hundred dollars to be a character. Her name was Audrey Atkinson. I suddenly thought, That’s the nurse! I never heard from her. I hope she didn’t mind.

      INTERVIEWER: What was the inception of that story?

      MUNRO: When I started to write the story we were on one of our trips from Ontario to British Columbia; we drive out every year in fall and drive back in spring. So I wasn’t writing, but I was thinking about this family in the motels at night. Then the whole story of my mother closed around it, and then me telling the story closed around my mother, and I saw what it was about. I would say that story came easily. I didn’t have any difficulty. I’ve done the character of my mother so often, and my feelings towards her, I didn’t have to look for those.

      INTERVIEWER: You have several mothers in your work. That particular mother appears in other stories, and she seems very real. But so does Flo, Rose’s stepmother in “The Beggar Maid.”

      MUNRO: But Flo wasn’t a real person. She was someone very like people I’ve known, but she was one of these composite characters that writers talk about. I think Flo was a force because I wrote that story when I had just come back to live here after being away for twenty-three years. The whole culture here hit me with a tremendous bang. I felt that the world I had been using, the world of my childhood, was a glazed-over world of memory once I came back and confronted the real thing. Flo was an embodiment of the real thing, so much harsher than I had remembered.

      INTERVIEWER: You obviously travel a great deal, but your work seems fundamentally informed by a rural sensibility. Do you find that stories you hear around here are more resonant for you, or did you use just as much material from your life when you lived in cities?

      MUNRO: When you live in a small town you hear more things, about all sorts of people. In a city you mainly hear stories about your own sort of people. If you’re a woman there’s always a lot from your friends. I got “Differently” from my life in Victoria, and a lot of “White Dump.” I got the story “Fits” from a real and terrible incident that happened here—the murder-suicide of a couple in their sixties. In a city, I would only have read about it in the paper; I wouldn’t have picked up all the threads.

      INTERVIEWER: Is it easier for you to invent things or to do composites?

      MUNRO: I’m doing less personal writing now than I used to for a very simple obvious reason. You use up your childhood, unless you’re able, like William Maxwell, to keep going back and finding wonderful new levels in it. The deep, personal material of the latter half of your life is your children. You can write about your parents when they’re gone, but your children are still going to be here, and you’re going to want them to come and visit you in the nursing home. Maybe it’s advisable to move on to writing those stories that are more observation.

      INTERVIEWER: Unlike your family stories, a number of your stories could be called historical. Do you ever go looking for this kind of material, or do you just wait for it to turn up?

      MUNRO: I never have a problem with finding material. I wait for it to turn up, and it always turns up. It’s dealing with the material I’m inundated with that poses the problem. For the historical pieces I have had to search out a lot of facts. I knew for years that I wanted to write a story about one of the Victorian lady writers, one of the authoresses of this area. Only I couldn’t find quite the verse I wanted; all of it was so bad that it was ludicrous. I wanted to have it a little better than that. So I wrote it. When I was writing that story I looked in a lot of old newspapers, the kind of stuff my husband has around—he does historical research about Huron County, our part of Ontario. He’s a retired geographer. I got very strong images of the town, which I call Walley. I got very strong images from newspaper clippings. Then, when I needed specific stuff, I’d sometimes get the man at the library to do it for me. To find out things about old cars or something like that, or the Presbyterian church in the 1850s. He’s wonderful. He loves doing it.

      INTERVIEWER: What about those aunts, the wonderful aunts who appear.

      MUNRO: My great aunt and my grandmother were very important in our lives. After all, my family lived on this collapsing enterprise of a fox and mink farm, just beyond the most disreputable part of town, and they lived in real town, in a nice house, and they kept up civilization. So there was always tension between their house and ours, but it was very important that I had that. I loved it when I was a little girl. Then, when I was an adolescent, I felt rather burdened by it. My mother was not in the role of the lead female in my life by that time, though she was an enormously important person; she wasn’t there as the person who set the standards anymore. So these older women moved into that role, and though they didn’t set any standards that I was at all interested in, there was a constant tension there that was important to me.
      门罗: 我的大姨以及祖母在我们的生活中扮演了非常重要的角色。当时,我们家的狐狸和水貂养殖产业正濒临崩溃,农场正好在城镇里面最破败的地区旁边,而大姨他们却住在不折不扣的城区里,拥有一栋漂亮的房子,过着体面的日子。所以说,我们家和她们家之间的关系一直有些紧张。不过这种关系对我来说很重要,我小的时候甚至很喜欢这种关系。到了青少年时期,我却因此焦头烂额。那段日子里,尽管母亲极其重要,她却并非我生活中起引导作用的女性,也不再充当制定规矩的角色。于是那些年长的女性取代了她的地位,尽管她们所制定的规矩我一点兴趣也没有,可那种紧张的关系一直都在,对我来说很重要。
      INTERVIEWER: Then you didn’t actually move into town as the mother and daughter do in “Lives of Girls and Women”?

      MUNRO: We did for one winter. My mother decided she wanted to rent a house in town for one winter, and she did. And she gave the ladies’ luncheon party, she tried to break into society, which was totally impenetrable to her. She couldn’t do it. There was just no understanding there. I do remember coming back to the farmhouse that had been occupied by men, my father and my brother, and you couldn’t see the pattern on the linoleum anymore. It seemed as if mud had flowed into the house.

      INTERVIEWER: Is there a story you like that others don’t? Are there any stories your husband doesn’t like for instance?

      MUNRO: I liked “The Moon in the Orange Street Skating Rink” a lot, but Gerry didn’t like that story. It was from anecdotes he’d told me about his childhood, so I think he expected them to come out quite differently. Because I thought he would like it; I didn’t have qualms. And then he said, Well, not one of your best. That’s the only time we ever had trouble about anything I wrote. Since then he’s been really careful about not reading something until I’m away, and then if he likes it he will mention it, but maybe he won’t mention it at all. I think that’s the way you have to manage in a marriage.
      门罗:我很喜欢《奥兰治大街溜冰场的月亮》(The Moon in the Orange Street Skating Rink),不过格里不喜欢那篇小说。小说源自于他跟我讲的一则童年趣闻,我写出来的可能与他所设想的不同。我真心以为他会喜欢这篇小说,后来他却说:“嗯,不是你最好的一篇。”我们在我的作品上的分歧仅此一次。从那以后,他每次都小心翼翼,等我不在的时候才读我写的东西。他如果喜欢的话,事后会顺便提一句,不过也许他连提都不会提。我觉得,婚姻要想长久,就必须这样经营。

      INTERVIEWER: Gerry’s from here, less than twenty miles from where you grew up. Are his anecdotes and his memories more useful to you than those of Jim, your first husband?

      MUNRO: No, Jim was from near Toronto. But he was from a very different background. He lived in a sort of upper-middle-class commuter town where most of the men worked in Toronto and were professional. Cheever wrote about towns like that around New York. I’d never known people of this class before, so the way they thought about things was interesting as hell, but it wasn’t anecdotal. I guess I was too hostile for a long time to appreciate it; I was more left-wing then. Whereas the things that Gerry tells me are further extensions of all the stuff I remember from growing up—though there’s an entire difference between a boy’s life in town and a girl’s life on the farm. The greatest part of Gerry’s life was probably between the ages of seven and fourteen, when the boys roamed the town in gangs. They weren’t delinquents or anything, but they did more or less as they pleased, like a subculture within the town. Girls were not part of that, I don’t think ever. We were always in little knots of girlfriends, we just didn’t have the freedom. So it was interesting to learn all this.

      INTERVIEWER: How long did you live outside of this region?

      MUNRO: I got married the end of 1951, went to live in Vancouver, and stayed there until 1963, and then we moved to Victoria where we started our bookstore, Munro’s. And I came back, I think it would be, in the summer of 1973. So I had only been ten years in Victoria. I was married for twenty years.

      INTERVIEWER: Did you move back east because you met Gerry, or for work?

      MUNRO: For work. And also because I had been living with my first husband in Victoria for ten years. The marriage was unraveling for a year or two. It’s a small city. You have a circle of friends who all know each other, and it seems to me that if a marriage is breaking up, it’s very hard to stay in the same environment. I thought it would be better for us, and he couldn’t leave because he had the bookstore. I got an offer of a job teaching creative writing at York University outside of Toronto. But I didn’t last at that job at all. I hated it, and even though I had no money, I quit.

      INTERVIEWER: Because you didn’t like teaching fiction?

      MUNRO: No! It was terrible. This was 1973. York was one of the more radical Canadian universities, yet my class was all male except for one girl who hardly got to speak. They were doing what was fashionable at the time, which had to do with being both incomprehensible and trite; they seemed intolerant of anything else. It was good for me to learn to shout back and express some ideas about writing that I hadn’t sharpened up before, but I didn’t know how to reach them, how not to be an adversary. Maybe I’d know now. But it didn’t seem to have anything to do with writing—more like good training for going into television or something, getting really comfortable with clichés. I should have been able to change that, but I couldn’t. I had one student who wasn’t in the class, who brought me a story. I remember tears came into my eyes because it was so good, because I hadn’t seen a good piece of student writing in so long. She asked, How can I get into your class? And I said, Don’t! Don’t come near my class, just keep bringing me your work. And she has become a writer. The only one who did.

      INTERVIEWER: Has there been a proliferation of creative-writing schools in Canada as in the United States?

      MUNRO: Maybe not quite as much. We don’t have anything up here like Iowa. But careers are made by teaching in writing departments. For a while I felt sorry for these people because they weren’t getting published. The fact that they were making three times as much money as I would ever see didn’t quite get through to me.

      INTERVIEWER: It seems the vast majority of your stories are based in Ontario. Would you choose to live here now, or was it circumstance?

      MUNRO: Now that I’ve been here I would choose to. It was Gerry’s mother’s house, and he was living there to take care of her. And my father and my stepmother lived in the region too; we felt that there was a limited period of time when we would be at the service of these old people, and then we would move on. Then, of course, for various reasons, that didn’t happen; they’ve been gone a long time, and we’re still here. One of the reasons to stay now is that the landscape is so important to both of us. It’s a great thing that we have in common. And thanks to Gerry, I appreciate it in such a different way. I couldn’t possess any other landscape or country or lake or town in this way. And I realize that now, so I’ll never leave.

      INTERVIEWER: How did you meet Gerry?

      MUNRO: I had known Gerry when we were in university together. He was a senior, and I was a freshman. He was a returned World War II veteran, which meant that there were seven years between us. I had a terrific crush on him when I was eighteen, but he did not notice me at all. He was noticing other people. It was a small university so you sort of knew everybody and who they were. And he was one of that small group of people who seemed—I think we called them bohemian, when they still said bohemian; they wrote poetry for the literary magazine, and they were dangerous, got drunk and so on. I thought he was connected with the magazine, and when I wrote my first story, part of my plan was that I would take this manuscript to him. Then we would fall into conversation, and he would fall in love with me, and everything would go on from there. I took the story to him, and he said, John Cairns is the editor, he’s down the hall. That was our only exchange.

      INTERVIEWER: That was your only exchange all through your years in college?

      MUNRO: Yes. But then, after I had published the story, he had left university. I was working as a waitress between my first and second years, I got a letter from Gerry. It was really a wonderful letter all about the story. It was my first fan letter. But it wasn’t about me at all, and it didn’t mention my beauty, or that it would be nice for us to get together or any of that. It was simply a literary appreciation. So that I appreciated it less than I might have if it had been from anybody else because I was hoping that it would be more. But it was a nice letter. Then, after I moved back to London and had the job at Western, he somehow heard me on the radio. I did an interview. I must have said where I was living and given the impression that I was not married anymore, because he then came to see me.

      INTERVIEWER: And this was twenty-some odd years later?

      MUNRO: Easily. More than twenty years later, and we hadn’t seen each other in the meantime. He didn’t look at all as I’d expected. He just called me up and said, This is Gerry Fremlin. I’m in Clinton, and I was wondering if we could have lunch together sometime. I knew his home was in Clinton and I thought he had probably come home to see his parents. I think by this time I knew that he was working in Ottawa, I’d heard that from somebody. And I thought the wife and children were back in Ottawa, and he’s home to visit his parents and he thought he’d like to have lunch with an old acquaintance. So this is what I expected until he turned up and I learned that he was living in Clinton and there was no wife and no children. We went to the faculty club and had three martinis each, at lunch. I think we were nervous. But we rapidly became very well acquainted. I think we were talking about living together by the end of the afternoon. It was very quick. I guess I finished out that term teaching at Western and then came up to Clinton, and we started living together there in the home where he had moved back to look after his mother.

      INTERVIEWER: You hadn’t made the decision to come back here for writing.

      MUNRO: I never made a decision with any thought of my writing. And yet I never thought that I would abandon it. I guess because I didn’t understand that you could have conditions for writing that would be any better than any other conditions. The only things that ever stopped me writing were the jobs—when I was defined publicly as a writer and given an office to work in.
      门罗:我做决定时从不考虑写作因素,但我从没想过放弃写作。我不明白,为什么有些人会认为某种环境会比另一种环境更适合写作。唯一能阻止我写作的就是各式各样的工作。 比方说,人们公认我为作家,并为我准备了一间专事写作的办公室,这时候我就没法写作。

      INTERVIEWER: That seems reminiscent of your early story “The Office”: the woman who rents an office in order to write and is so distracted by her landlord she eventually has to move out.
      《巴黎评论》:这似乎会让人想到您早期的一篇小说《办公室》(The Office):女主人公为了写作,租了一间办公室,可她饱受房东之扰,最后只得搬出去,

      MUNRO: That was written because of a real experience. I did get an office, and I wasn’t able to write anything there at all—except that story. The landlord did bug me all the time, but even when he stopped I couldn’t work. This has happened anytime I’ve had a setup for writing, an office. When I worked as writer-in-residence at the University of Queensland in Australia, I had an office there, in the English Department, a really posh, nice office. Nobody had heard of me, so nobody came to see me. Nobody was trying to be a writer there anyway. It was like Florida; they went around in bikinis all the time. So I had all this time, and I was in this office, and I would just sit there thinking. I couldn’t reach anything; I meant to, but it was paralyzing.

      INTERVIEWER: Was Vancouver less useful for material?

      MUNRO: I lived in the suburbs, first in North Vancouver, then in West Vancouver. In North Vancouver, the men all went away in the morning and came back at night, all day it was housewives and children. There was a lot of informal togetherness, and it was hard to be alone. There was a lot of competitive talk about vacuuming and washing the woolies, and I got quite frantic. When I had only one child, I’d put her in the stroller and walk for miles to avoid the coffee parties. This was much more narrow and crushing than the culture I grew up in. So many things were forbidden—like taking anything seriously. Life was very tightly managed as a series of permitted recreations, permitted opinions, and permitted ways of being a woman. The only outlet, I thought, was flirting with other people’s husbands at parties; that was really the only time anything came up that you could feel was real, because the only contact you could have with men, that had any reality to it, seemed to me to be sexual. Otherwise, men usually didn’t talk to you, or if they did they talked very much from high to low. I’d meet a university professor or someone, and if I knew something about what he knew, that would not be considered acceptable conversation. The men didn’t like you to talk, and the women didn’t like it either. So the world you had was female talk about the best kind of diet, or the best care of woolies. I was with the wives of the climbing men. I hated it so much I’ve never been able to write about it. Then in West Vancouver, it was more of a mixed suburb, not all young couples, and I made great friends there. We talked about books and scandal and laughed at everything like high-school girls. That’s something I’d like to write about and haven’t, that subversive society of young women, all keeping each other alive. But going to Victoria and opening a bookstore was the most wonderful thing that ever happened. It was great because all the crazy people in town came into the bookstore and talked to us.

      INTERVIEWER: How did you get the idea to start the bookstore?

      MUNRO: Jim wanted to leave Eatons, the big department store in town. We were talking about how he wanted to go into business of some kind, and I said. “Look, if we had a bookstore I could help.” Everybody thought that we would go broke, and, of course, we almost did. We were very poor, but at that time my two older girls were both in school, so I could work all the time in the store, and I did. That was the happiest period in my first marriage.

      INTERVIEWER: Did you always have the sense that the marriage wouldn’t last?

      MUNRO: I was like a Victorian daughter—the pressure to marry was so great, one felt it was something to get out of the way: Well, I’ll get that done, and they can’t bug me about it, and then I’ll be a real person and my life will begin. I think I married to be able to write, to settle down and give my attention back to the important thing. Sometimes now when I look back at those early years I think, This was a hard-hearted young woman. I’m a far more conventional woman now than I was then.

      INTERVIEWER: Doesn’t any young artist, on some level, have to be hard-hearted?

      MUNRO: It’s worse if you’re a woman. I want to keep ringing up my children and saying, Are you sure you’re all right? I didn’t mean to be such a . . . Which of course would make them furious because it implies that they’re some kind of damaged goods. Some part of me was absent for those children, and children detect things like that. Not that I neglected them, but I wasn’t wholly absorbed. When my oldest daughter was about two, she’d come to where I was sitting at the typewriter, and I would bat her away with one hand and type with the other. I’ve told her that. This was bad because it made her the adversary to what was most important to me. I feel I’ve done everything backwards: this totally driven writer at the time when the kids were little and desperately needed me. And now, when they don’t need me at all, I love them so much. I moon around the house and think, There used to be a lot more family dinners.

      INTERVIEWER: You won the Governor-General’s Award for your first book, which is roughly equivalent to the Pulitzer Prize in our country. It happens only very rarely in the States that a first book wins such a big prize. When it does, the writer’s career often seems to suffer afterward.

      MUNRO: Well, I wasn’t young, for one thing. But it was difficult. I had about a year when I couldn’t write anything because I was so busy thinking I had to get to work on a novel. I didn’t have the burden of having produced a huge best-seller that everyone was talking about, as Amy Tan did with her first book, for instance. The book sold very badly, and nobody—even though it had won the Governor-General’s Award—nobody had heard of it. You would go into bookstores and ask for it, and they didn’t have it.
      门罗:首先,获奖时我已经不年轻了。当然,获奖也并非易事。有大概一年时间,我什么东西也写不出来,因为我忙打算着写出一本长篇小说来。不过我也没什么思想负担,因为那本书并不是极其畅销,也没有多少人谈论,这和谭恩美(Amy Tan)【注9】这类作家的处女作有很大不同。我那本书卖的很差,哪怕是拿了总督奖,也没人听说过这本书。你要是去书店打听这本书,他们会告诉你没有。

      INTERVIEWER: Do reviews matter much to you? Do you feel you’ve ever learned from them? Have you ever been hurt by them?

      MUNRO: Yes and no, because really you can’t learn much from reviews, you can nevertheless be very hurt. There’s a feeling of public humiliation about a bad review. Even though it doesn’t really matter to you, you would rather be clapped than booed off stage.

      INTERVIEWER: Were you a big reader growing up? What work if any had an influence?

      MUNRO: Reading was my life really until I was thirty. I was living in books. The writers of the American South were the first writers who really moved me because they showed me that you could write about small towns, rural people, and that kind of life I knew very well. But the thing about the Southern writers that interested me, without my being really aware of it, was that all the Southern writers whom I really loved were women. I didn’t really like Faulkner that much. I loved Eudora Welty, Flannery O’Connor, Katherine Ann Porter, Carson McCullers. There was a feeling that women could write about the freakish, the marginal.
      门罗: 直到我三十岁,阅读都如同我的生命。书籍给了我生命。美国南方作家是第一批真正打动我的作家,他们告诉我,作家也可以写小镇风光,村人风情,以及我所熟知的生活。不过我当时真没意识到,我真正喜欢的那些人全都是女作家,这也是南方作家最吸引我的地方。我真没那么喜欢福克纳(Faulkner)。我特别喜欢尤多拉·韦尔蒂(Eudora Welty),弗兰纳里·奥康纳(Flannery O’Connor),凯瑟琳·安·波特(Katherine Ann Porter),卡森·麦卡勒斯(Carson McCullers)【注10】。我觉得,女人才写得出那些神经质以及边边角角的故事。

      INTERVIEWER: Which you’ve always done as well.

      MUNRO: Yes. I came to feel that was our territory, whereas the mainstream big novel about real life was men’s territory. I don’t know how I got that feeling of being on the margins, it wasn’t that I was pushed there. Maybe it was because I grew up on a margin. I knew there was something about the great writers I felt shut out from, but I didn’t know quite what it was. I was terribly disturbed when I first read D. H. Lawrence. I was often disturbed by writers’ views of female sexuality.
      门罗:对的。我以前就觉得那才是我们所擅长的领域,男性作家则擅长写那些与现实息息相关的长篇小说、一些主流的大部头小说。我也不知道为什么我有种身处边缘的感觉,并没有人把我逼到里。也许是因为我成长在边缘环境中吧。我也知道,那些伟大作家的身上有些我所不具备的特质,但我不是很清楚到底是什么。初读D·H·劳伦斯(D. H. Lawrence)时,我饱受困扰。作家们谈论妇女性别特征的言论经常困扰我。

      INTERVIEWER: Can you put your finger on what it was that disturbed you?

      MUNRO: It was: how I can be a writer when I’m the object of other writers?

      INTERVIEWER: What is your reaction to magic realism?

      MUNRO: I did love One Hundred Years of Solitude. I loved it, but it can’t be imitated. It looks easy but it’s not. It’s wonderful when the ants carry off the baby, when the virgin rises into the sky, when the patriarch dies, and it rains flowers. But just as hard to pull off and just as wonderful is William Maxwell’s So Long, See You Tomorrow, where the dog is the character. He’s dealing with a subject that potentially is so banal and makes it brilliant.
      门罗:我真的很喜欢《百年孤独》(One Hundred Years of Solitude)。我特别喜欢这本小说,不过它无法模仿。有几个场景特别震撼:蚂蚁夺取了婴儿的生命,处女飞向了天空,而在家长弥留之际,空中甚至下起了花雨。不过威廉·马克斯韦尔的《再见,明天见》(So Long,See You Tomorrow)也是一部很精彩的作品,写起来也很不容易,毕竟书的主角是一只狗。如此平淡无奇的主题,他却写的熠熠生辉。

      INTERVIEWER: Some of your newer stories seem to mark a change in direction.

      MUNRO: About five years ago, when I was still working on the stories that were in Friend of My Youth, I wanted to do a story with alternate realities. I resisted this because I worried it would end up a Twilight Zone kind of stuff. You know, really junky stuff. I was scared of it. But I wrote “Carried Away,” and I just kept fooling around with it and wrote that weird ending. Maybe it’s something to do with age. Changing your perceptions of what is possible, of what has happened—not just what can happen but what really has happened. I have all these disconnected realities in my own life, and I see them in other people’s lives. That was one of the problems—why I couldn’t write novels, I never saw things hanging together any too well.
      门罗:大约五年前,我还在写《年少时的伙伴》中的那些短篇,那时候,我想写一篇发生在异度空间的小说。我后来放弃了这个想法,因为我怕自己写成类似《阴阳魔界》(Twilight Zone)【注11】那样的东西,就是那种毫无价值的作品。我真的很害怕。不过我还是写了《逃离》,我就这么傻里傻气地写下去,还写出奇怪的结尾。也许这跟年龄有关吧。年龄会改变你对未来和过去的认知——既包括可能,也包括事实。我的个人生活中充斥着这些现实的破碎感,在他人身上我也见过这种情况。这便是我写不出长篇小说的原因之一,因为在我看来,很多事情并非和谐统一的整体。

      INTERVIEWER: What about your confidence? Has that changed over the years?

      MUNRO: In writing, I’ve always had a lot of confidence, mixed with a dread that this confidence is entirely misplaced. I think in a way that my confidence came just from being dumb. Because I lived so out of any mainstream, I didn’t realize that women didn’t become writers as readily as men, and that neither did people from a lower class. If you know you can write fairly well in a town where you’ve hardly met anyone else who reads, you obviously think this is a rare gift indeed.

      INTERVIEWER: You’ve been a master at steering clear of the literary world. Has this been conscious or largely circumstantial?

      MUNRO: It certainly was circumstantial for a long time, but then became a matter of choice. I think I’m a friendly person who is not very sociable. Mainly because of being a woman, a housewife, and a mother, I want to keep a lot of time. It translates as being scared of it. I would have lost my confidence. I would have heard too much talk I didn’t understand.

      INTERVIEWER: So you were glad to be out of the mainstream?

      MUNRO: This is maybe what I’m trying to say. I probably wouldn’t have survived very well otherwise. It may have been that I would lose my confidence when I was with people who understood a lot more than I did about what they were doing. And talked a lot about it. And were confident in a way that would be acknowledged to have a more solid basis than mine. But then, it’s very hard to tell about writers—who is confident?

      INTERVIEWER: Was the community you grew up in pleased about your career?

      MUNRO: It was known there had been stories published here and there, but my writing wasn’t fancy. It didn’t go over well in my hometown. The sex, the bad language, the incomprehensibility . . . The local newspaper printed an editorial about me: A soured introspective view of life . . . And, A warped personality projected on . . . My dad was already dead when they did that. They wouldn’t do it while Dad was alive, because everyone really liked him. He was so liked and respected that everybody muted it a bit. But after he died, it was different.

      INTERVIEWER: But he liked your work?

      MUNRO: But he liked my work, yes, and he was very proud of it. He read a lot, but he always felt a bit embarrassed about reading. And then he wrote a book just before he died that was published posthumously. It was a novel about pioneer families in the southwest interior, set in a period just before his life, ending when he was a child. He had real gifts as a writer.

      INTERVIEWER: Can you quote us a passage?

      MUNRO: In one chapter he describes what the school was like for a boy who lived a little earlier than he did: “On other walls were some faded brown maps. Interesting places like Mongolia were shown, where scattered residents rode in sheepskin coats on small ponies. The center of Africa was a blank space marked only by crocodiles with mouths agape and lions who held dark people down with huge paws. In the very center Mr. Stanley was greeting Mr. Livingston, both wearing old hats.”

      INTERVIEWER: Did you recognize anything of your own life in his novel?

      MUNRO: Not of my life, but I recognized a great deal of my style. The angle of vision, which didn’t surprise me because I knew we had that in common.

      INTERVIEWER: Had your mother read any of your work before she died?

      MUNRO: My mother would not have liked it. I don’t think so—the sex and the bad words. If she had been well, I would have had to have a big fight and break with the family in order to publish anything.

      INTERVIEWER: Do you think you would have done it?

      MUNRO: I think so, yes, because as I said I was more hard-hearted then. The tenderness I feel now for my mother, I didn’t feel for a long time. I don’t know how I would feel if one of my daughters wrote about me. They’re about at the age now where they should be coming out with a first novel that is all about childhood. It must be a dreadful experience to go through, becoming a character in your kid’s novel. People write carelessly wounding things in reviews like, oh, that my father was a seedy fox farmer, and things like this, reflecting on the poverty. A feminist writer interpreted “My Father,” in Lives of Girls and Women, as straight autobiographical representation. She made me into someone who came out of this miserable background, because I had a “feckless father.” This was an academic at a Canadian university, and I was so mad, I tried to find out how to sue her. I was furious. I didn’t know what to do because I thought, It doesn’t matter for me, I’ve had all this success, but all my father had was that he was my father. He’s dead now. Is he going to be known as a feckless father because of what I did to him? Then I realized she represented a younger generation of people who had grown up on a totally different economic planet. They live in a welfare state to a certain extent—Medicare. They’re not aware of the devastation something like illness could cause to a family. They’ve never gone through any kind of real financial trouble. They look at a family that’s poor and they think this is some kind of choice. Not wanting to better yourself is fecklessness, it’s stupidity or something. I grew up in a house that had no indoor toilet, and this to this generation is so appalling, truly squalid. Actually it wasn’t squalid. It was fascinating.
      门罗:嗯,是的。之前我也说过,我当时太过铁石心肠。之前很长一段时间里,我都没有现在想起母亲时的那种柔情。要是我的女儿在作品中写到我,我同样不知道该作何感想。她们现在也到了能够写出第一部作品的年龄了,内容无外乎童年记忆。如果你成为你孩子作品中的人物,你肯定会感到恐惧。还有一些人,他们在评论中随随便便,写过一些很伤人的话,比如说我爸爸是个脏兮兮的养狐狸的农民,进而讨论我们的贫困家境。有一位女性主义作家将《少女和妇女的生活》中的《我的父亲》(My Father)解读成直截了当的自传式表达。她认为我是个教养很差的人,因为我有个“无能的父亲”。那人是加拿大一所大学的学者,我当时差点气疯了,想方设法想起诉她。我怒火中烧,却不知道该怎么办,因为我觉得这对我造成不了什么伤害,我已经有了诸多成就,我父亲却因我而饱受争议。他现在已经不在了,难道说,因为我的作品,世人就将他视作一位无能的父亲么?后来我意识到,那位女学者代表了比我们年轻的一代人,那一代人所成长的经济环境与我们的有天壤之别。某种程度而言,他们所生活在福利国家之中,能享受到医疗保险。他们不知道疾病这类事物能给一个家庭带来毁灭性的打击,也没经历过真正的财政困境。他们遇到贫困家庭时,会觉得他们是咎由自取。他们还认为,不愿改善自己的生活就是无能,就是愚蠢。我小时候住的那栋房子里面连厕所也没有,对于这一代人来说,这简直骇人听闻,无比恶心。实际上,这种经历一点也不恶心,反而很引人入胜。

      INTERVIEWER: We didn’t ask you questions about your writing day. How many days a week do you actually write?

      MUNRO: I write every morning, seven days a week. I write starting about eight o’clock and finish up around eleven. Then I do other things the rest of the day, unless I do my final draft or something that I want to keep working on then I’ll work all day with little breaks.

      INTERVIEWER: Are you rigid about that schedule, even if there’s a wedding or some other required event?

      MUNRO: I am so compulsive that I have a quota of pages. If I know that I am going somewhere on a certain day, I will try to get those extra pages done ahead of time. That’s so compulsive, it’s awful. But I don’t get too far behind, it’s as if I could lose it somehow. This is something about aging. People get compulsive about things like this. I’m also compulsive now about how much I walk every day.

      INTERVIEWER: How much do you walk?

      MUNRO: Three miles every day, so if I know I’m going to miss a day, I have to make it up. I watched my father go through this same thing. You protect yourself by thinking if you have all these rituals and routines then nothing can get you.

      INTERVIEWER: After you’ve spent five months or so completing a story, do you take time off?

      MUNRO: I go pretty much right into the next one. I didn’t use to when I had the children and more responsibilities, but these days I’m a little panicked at the idea of stopping—as if, if I stopped, I could be stopped for good. I have a backlog of ideas. But it isn’t just ideas you need, and it isn’t just technique or skill. There’s a kind of excitement and faith that I can’t work without. There was a time when I never lost that, when it was just inexhaustible. Now I have a little shift sometimes when I feel what it would be like to lose it, and I can’t even describe what it is. I think it’s being totally alive to what this story is. It doesn’t even have an awful lot to do with whether the story will work or not. What happens in old age can be just a draining away of interest in some way that you don’t foresee, because this happens with people who may have had a lot of interest and commitment to life. It’s something about the living for the next meal. When you travel you see a lot of this in the faces of middle-aged people in restaurants, people my age—at the end of middle age and the beginning of old age. You see this, or you feel it like a snail, this sort of chuckling along looking at the sights. It’s a feeling that the capacity for responding to things is being shut off in some way. I feel now that this is a possibility. I feel it like the possibility that you might get arthritis, so you exercise so you won’t. Now I am more conscious of the possibility that everything could be lost, that you could lose what had filled your life before. Maybe keeping on, going through the motions, is actually what you have to do to keep this from happening. There are parts of a story where the story fails. That’s not what I’m talking about. The story fails but your faith in the importance of doing the story doesn’t fail. That it might is the danger. This may be the beast that’s lurking in the closet in old age—the loss of the feeling that things are worth doing.

      INTERVIEWER: One wonders though, because artists do seem to work to the very end.

      MUNRO: I think it’s possible that you do. You may have to be a little more vigilant. It’s something I never would have been able to think of losing twenty years ago—the faith, the desire. I suppose it’s like when you don’t fall in love anymore. But you can put up with that because falling in love has not really been as necessary as something like this. I guess that’s why I keep doing it. Yes, I don’t stop for a day. It’s like my walk every day. My body loses tone now in a week if I don’t exercise. The vigilance has to be there all the time. Of course it wouldn’t matter if you did give up writing. It’s not the giving up of the writing that I fear. It’s the giving up of this excitement or whatever it is that you feel that makes you write. This is what I wonder: what do most people do once the necessity of working all the time is removed? Even the retired people who take courses and have hobbies are looking for something to fill this void, and I feel such horror of being like that and having that kind of life. The only thing that I’ve ever had to fill my life has been writing. So I haven’t learned how to live a life with a lot of diversity. The only other life I can imagine is a scholarly life, which I probably idealize.

      INTERVIEWER: They are very different lives too, the life of a single pursuit as opposed to the serial.

      MUNRO: You go and play golf and you enjoy that, and then you garden, and then you have people in to dinner. But I sometimes think what if writing stops? What if it just peters out? Well, then I would have to start learning about something. You can’t go from writing fiction to writing nonfiction, I don’t think. Writing nonfiction is so hard on its own that it would be learning a whole new thing to do, but maybe I would try to do that. I’ve made a couple of attempts to plan a book, the sort of book everybody’s writing about their family. But I haven’t got any framework for it, any center.

      INTERVIEWER: What about the essay, “Working for a Living,” that appears in The Grand Street Reader? That reads like a memoir.
      《巴黎评论》:您怎么看您那篇发表在《格兰德大街文摘》(The Grand Street Reader)上的《为生活而工作》(Working for a Living)?那篇读起来很像是回忆录。

      MUNRO: Yes. I’d like to do a book of essays and include it.

      INTERVIEWER: Well, William Maxwell wrote about his family in that way in Ancestors.

      MUNRO: I love that book, yes. I asked him about it. He had a lot of material to draw on. He did the thing you have to do, which is to latch the family history onto something larger that was happening at the time—in his case, the whole religious revival of the early 1800s, which I didn’t know anything about. I didn’t know that America had been practically a Godless country, and that suddenly all over the country people had started falling down in fits. That was wonderful. If you get something like that, then you’ve got the book. It would take a while. I keep thinking I’m going to do something like this, and then I get the idea for one more story, and that one more story always seems so infinitely more important, even though it’s only a story, than the other work. I read that interview in The New Yorker with William Trevor, when he said something like, and then another little story comes along and that solves how life has got to be.
      门罗:我很喜欢这本书,真的,我还向他问起过这本书。他有很多素材可以使用,也做了该做的事情,将自己的家族史置于时代背景之中。就他个人而言,也就是十九世纪早期整个宗教复兴事件,不过对于那段历史,我一窍不知。我并不知道,其实美国人以前也不信神,突然有一天,全国各地的人们开始对神顶礼膜拜。简直是太震撼了。如果你也有类似的经历,那么你也可以出书,但这得花上一些时日。我一直想写一本类似的书,但马上一个新的短篇就在我脑海中浮现,即便它只是一篇小说,也总显得比我的非虚构写作重要。我在《纽约时报》(The New York Times)上读到了对威廉·特雷弗(William Trevor)【注12】的采访,他在采访中的大意如下:一个篇新小说的闪现,告诉我们该如何活着。

      【注1】辛西娅·奥兹克(Cynthia Ozick, 1928 -),当代美国犹太女作家,擅写短篇小说家与散文,作品多次荣获笔会/马拉穆德奖等重要奖项。
      【注2】《塔玛拉克评论》(Tamarack Review),加拿大文学杂志,出版时间为1956年至1982年,内容包括小说,诗歌,游记,自传,文学批评以及戏剧等。
      【注3】威廉·马克斯韦尔(William Keepers Maxwell,1908 - 2000),美国小说家,编辑,散文家,儿童作家以及回忆录作家。1936年至1975年任《纽约客》编辑。作品多次荣获美国国家图书奖等重要奖项。
      【注4】凯瑟琳·曼斯菲尔德(Katherine Mansfield,1888 - 1923),新西兰现代主义派女性小说家,新西兰文学的奠基人,十九岁时移居英国。代表作品有《花园酒会》(The Garden Party)等。
      【注5】穆里尔·斯帕克(Muriel Spark,1918-2006),苏格兰女性小说家,2008年《泰晤士报》(The Times)曾将其列入1945年来最伟大的50位英国小说家之列。
      【注6】约翰·契弗(John Cheever,1912 - 1982),美国小说家,获誉“美国郊外的契诃夫”(“the Chekhov of the suburbs”),20世纪最具影响力的短篇小说家之一。作品多次荣获普利策奖等重要奖项。
      【注7】爱荷华国际写作项目(International Writing Program),简称IWP,始于1967年,与爱荷华做加工作坊(Iowa Writer’s Workshop)相辅相成,该项目旨在将写作界新星引介给爱荷华大学社区,并为其提供驻校作家机会,助其在最佳环境下写作。
      【注9】谭恩美(Amy Tan,1952 - ),当代美国华裔女作家,擅写母女之间的感情纠葛,多部作品畅销,代表作《喜福会》(The Joy Luck Club)等。
      【注10】尤多拉·韦尔蒂(Eudora Welty,1909 - 2001),美国南方女性小说家,作品多次荣获普利策奖等重要奖项。弗兰纳里·奥康纳(Flannery O’Connor,1925 - 1964),美国南方女性小说家、散文家,擅写哥特小说,宗教清洁浓厚,作品曾荣获美国国家图书奖。凯瑟琳·安·波特(Katherine Ann Porter,1890 - 1980),美国南方女性小说家、散文家,记者,政治活动家,作品曾荣获普利策奖等重要奖项。卡森·麦卡勒斯(Carson McCullers,1917 - 1967),美国南方女性小说家、戏剧家、散文家、诗人,擅写孤独等主题。
      【注11】《阴阳魔界》式文学(Twilight Zone literature),涵盖式术语,意指改编自或与《阴阳魔界》电视系列剧有关的诸多书籍与漫画,此处门罗戏指缺乏文学价值的大众通俗文学。
      【注12】威廉·特雷弗(William Trevor, 1928 - ),当代爱尔兰小说家、戏剧家,获奖无数,在当代享有盛誉。
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