In time, the brothers went their separate ways. The three legendary objects, the cloak, the wand and the stone together make up the Deathly Hallows. Instead of being rewards for their cleverness, the Deathly Hallows were actually part of a cunning plan by Death to kill off the Peverells so he could take them for his own.
However, Albus Dumbledore felt that it was more likely that the Hallows were actually created by the very talented and powerful brothers, and that the story of their origins as objects fashioned by Death sprang up around them as result of the powers they possessed.
Antioch travelled to a wizarding village where he killed the man he once duelled with , he then boasted of the power of the Elder Wand , that it was unbeatable and in his possession, invoking envy amongst the many wanting to possess it for themselves. His throat was slit in his sleep by another wizard who stole the Elder Wand. Cadmus travelled back home and used the Resurrection Stone to bring back the woman he loved , but was dismayed to find that it was only a pale imitation of her: the dead did not belong in the living world and could not truly be brought back.
He found that she was cold, lifeless, and miserable in the land of the living, nothing like she used to be. In the end Cadmus committed suicide by hanging himself so he could truly join her. Ignotus used the cloak to remain hidden from Death for a long time. When he was an old man, he passed the cloak onto his son, greeted Death as an old friend, and went with him to the next world. The cloak continued to be passed down through the descendants of the Peverells although the name became extinct in the male line.
The wand passed from wizard to wizard, nearly always by the murder of its previous owner. The wand, during its passing from wizard to wizard, has been called "The Death Stick" and the "Wand of Destiny". On an interesting note, no witch is ever stated to have held possession of the wand. The stone was also passed down through the Peverells' descendants. It eventually ended up in the possession of the House of Gaunt , and was later stolen by Tom Marvolo Riddle , neither Tom nor Marvolo Gaunt were aware of the powers of the stone, nor that it was a Hallow.
Marvolo was solely concerned with the "noble origins" of the stone, made into a ring, and thought that the Hallows symbol on it was the family coat of arms. Lord Voldemort could not have been aware of the stone's true origin either, as he transformed the stone into a Horcrux. Overtime, the legend of the Deathly Hallows was dismissed by most as a mere fairy tale, and the few who desired to reunite all three misunderstood the title "Master of Death" is a form of immortality.
The quest for these fabled items were considered a lure for fools, and many have died in their quest for them. In his youth, Albus Dumbledore , along with soon-to-become Dark Wizard Gellert Grindelwald , entertained dreams of finding and appropriating the Hallows for himself. This quest for power also manifested itself in his vision of a future where wizards would rule over and control Muggles "for the greater good". A family argument later caused him to revise and reconsider his beliefs after the death of his sister. After his sister Ariana died, Dumbledore sought out the Resurrection Stone in the hopes that finding it would somehow revive his dead sister and parents.
Thus when he chanced upon it sometime in , when it had already been turned into a Horcrux by Voldemort , the temptation proved too much to handle and he put on the ring, invoking a terrible curse Voldemort had placed which caused his right hand to wither and die. Only when the Horcrux was destroyed by Godric Gryffindor's Sword did the stone revert to its normal state, with its original powers intact. Dumbledore also came into possession of the Cloak of Invisibility when he borrowed it from its owner, James Potter , a descendant of Ignotus Peverell.
It was he who passed the Cloak on to James' son, Harry , to whom it proved to be a useful tool in defeating Voldemort and his allies. He also gave to Harry the Resurrection Stone , by means of the Snitch Harry had caught in his first ever Quidditch match. During a holiday spent with his aunt at Godric's Hollow , Gellert Grindelwald met Albus Dumbledore , and with him he sparked his desire for the Hallows. The randomness of life, the fine line that separates tragedy from the quotidian, and the silent cracks that grow till they can't be mended after years of repressed grudges.
The desperation of a woman who knows her marriage is going to end and her prayers so that the story doesn't repeat with her two daughters. As it is usual with Munro, there is no neat closure, just a fragmented glimpse into a life and a stolen glance into what might have been, out of sheer serendipity. Merciless tragedy or sim The randomness of life, the fine line that separates tragedy from the quotidian, and the silent cracks that grow till they can't be mended after years of repressed grudges. Merciless tragedy or simply everyday struggles. Few things in life can be chosen So cherish them while they are within your grasp.
Merged review: Daunting, disquieting short story about a middle-aged poetess who briefly entertains the idea of marrying her widowed neighbour. A violent incident involving a man beating his drunk wife over the fence of the protagonist works as a metaphor for the stillborn affair between the widower and the poetess.
A pool of grape juice in the kitchen of the woman the following day, and the monthly discomforts of her menstruation awakens the poetess from a kind of stupor and she understands that words and verses are all she needs to be whole. She has made her choice. Later on, the local newspaper covers her death and she is described as an eccentric woman who lost her mind, making indirect allusions to her undesirable condition of being unmarried.
The price she has to pay to remain independent is that of brief allusions to her poetry, and a more apologetic, detailed account of her personal life, which clearly didn't satisfy the general opinion. Sad and unbelievable, but still so common today Merged review: Oh my, what a trip. This short story had my mind reeling, my heart racing and my stomach churning with anticipation. Two couples, two women who become confidants, Georgia and Maya.
They tell each other their secrets. Maya is a restless soul, she needs constant adventure which his steadfast husband Raymond won't provide. Georgia has been comfortably married to her high school sweetheart Ben, until mysterious Miles appears in her life. Maya's influence or her need to feel alive, thrilled by a new passion? Georgia doesn't think twice and jumps into the thrilling unknown. Munro is a master, a genius in portraying the miseries of the quotidian, of prolonged marriage, the meaning of friendship and betrayal.
Her writing is never apologetic, and her characters are wounded people who yearn to infuse meaning to their lives. Her astute depiction of romantic affairs, always sidetracked by the biased lens of a patriarchal society, presents women who suffer the scorn of others, but mostly, their own. Georgia thinks she could have acted "differently" towards Maya, if she had known what would happen in the future, but truth is, she never had a chance of making a choice.
Her course of action was set even before she knew it, and she didn't have the courage to defy her hurt pride and blame man and woman, lover and best friend, in equal terms, as it often happens in real life.
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Top notch read. Merged review: A story within a story. A Canadian young woman is held captive by an Albanian tribe while she is on a cruise in Croatia. The woman adopts the customs and manners of the tribe until the community deems fit to sell her to a Muslim as a bride. A Franciscan priest helps her escape. A Canadian woman flees from her marriage right after she confesses to have an affair with her neighbor.
She opens a bookstore and amalgametes a wide arrange of eccentric friends. The two stories converge into a double happy ending with unexpected surprises. View 2 comments. Sep 23, Shawn rated it it was amazing. She's just a genius. This book came out a decade ago, and doesn't have some of her more recent stuff -- like the wonderful Runaway -- but it's just amazing story after amazing story. The stories have some of the surfaces of quieter, plainer fiction about rural, domestic life, but they're packed with insight and dramatic moment, and Munro is more experimental than she's given credit for -- her leaps in time are jarring and amazing.
Especially in the stories that are connected by character and pla She's just a genius. Especially in the stories that are connected by character and place, a collage-like effect begins to take hold, and you feel that Munro is filling in the details of a much larger canvas than it initially appeared. A lot of my favorite short story writers come from a place that is similar to my own -- whether it's my life and circumstances, my own preferences as a reader and writer, etc.
What i find interesting about Munro is that her style, her subject, her characters and their homes -- none of it suggests an obvious connection to my own interests. But I feel completely connected to it all by her storytelling.
Mar 29, Dave Comerford rated it it was amazing. I bet Alice Munro is responsible for a lot of really bad writing. These stories involve ordinary people living in unremarkable towns and cities Toronto; small prairie towns doing pretty humdrum things - many of these stories recount visits to old friends or family. The language is so natural and the scenes so well drawn that the text requires no effort to read. It is tempting to believe then that they took no effort or particular talent, or even much a subject matter, to write.
What I am left I bet Alice Munro is responsible for a lot of really bad writing. What I am left with is a sense that I witnessed these stories, so that now it takes more effort to remember reading about that family than it does to see them sitting on the deck after dinner. And now that I have an entire album of Alice Munro photos in my mind, I wonder why these images, which would sound so banal if I tried to articulate them, are burnt into my retina.
The only explanation that I have is that Alice Munro put them there. She is a magician. Aug 03, Kaisa rated it it was amazing Recommends it for: Everyone. Alice Munro writes entirely in the medium of short stories. While I don't mind the trend of ever elongating fiction in modern literature, this collection of Munro's selected shorts is nothing short of a thrill of economy. Munro's stories are brief, but the impressions her characters and the events to which they are sewed leave with the reader are long lasting. In White Dump, Munro gives us two characters, one a mother, the other her daughter, who move forward and back towards an event that does Alice Munro writes entirely in the medium of short stories.
In White Dump, Munro gives us two characters, one a mother, the other her daughter, who move forward and back towards an event that does not seem inescapable, but is just as fixed by the ennui that everyday life creates. This book's only weakness is that it takes stories from other collections, sometimes missing the mark on the arrangement of themes. Aside from this occasional fit and start however, the stories of this book are a pleasant place to spend an afternoon.
Alice Munro is one of the best contemporary short story writers. I know this because everybody says so. Some of them say she is the best. I love short stories but although I have read Munro before, I have never quite clicked with any of hers. These seemed to be the most difficult things she had ever done. She had immense difficulty reading the names of the subway stations, and getting off at the right one, so she could go to the apartment where she was staying.
She would have found it hard to describe this difficulty. She knew perfectly well which was the right stop, she knew which stop it came after; she knew where she was. But she could not make the connection between herself and things outside herself, so that getting up and leaving the car, going up the steps, going along the street all seemed to involve a bizarre effort. This sort of thing, in another context, would be called poetry. She is stunningly good at visual description too, photographically good. I would quote more if I had more space. It did happen at last.
Maybe a car accident? Read on to find out. Rob, a middle-aged store keeper has married her late after a series of affairs with married women. It is Peg who finds the couple dead and the focus of this story is her reaction to their deaths, and the effect of her reaction on Robert. And yet Peg, who finds the bodies and reports the deaths to the police, tells neither her friend Karen about it, nor her husband Robert. Karen, on the other hand, tells her mother in hospital and her friend Shirley. And that was true, says, Munro. Is she in shock?
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He would have said he was watching to see if she was in any kind of trouble, if she seemed numb, or strange, or showed a quiver, if she dropped things or made the pots clatter. She was preparing an ordinary meal, listening to the boys in her usual mildly censorious but unruffled way. The only thing more apparent than usual to Robert was her gracefulness, lightness, quickness, and ease round the kitchen. Robert has heard most of it already from the local gossip-mongers. Clayton comes back. But it only happens once in a long while.
Peg was looking at Clayton. She who always seemed pale and silky and assenting, but hard to follow as a watermark in fine paper, looked dried out, chalky, her outlines fixed in steady, helpless, unapologetic pain. It is, at heart, a relationship piece, I think, and it is beautifully handled. It is all about her. The dead next-door neighbours are incidental. Her stories often open in a way that provides a focus of interest — a character, or an event — something that seems part of the commonground of stories.
But in fact, the obvious focus is never what she is interested in. The events that inform the narrative are also not of especial interest to her, so much so that sometimes you feel a sense of flatness or disappointment that the happenings have become sidelined and unimportant compared to a single aspect the author is pursuing. To me, these stories are like seeing a detail from a huge painting, with the main canvas simply there for background.
Yes, she is a marvelous writer. I must get more of her for next summer. She benefits from slow reading, like a very good wine. Jun 30, Kristen rated it really liked it Shelves: book-club. The stories in this collection range in era from the s to the s, and they primarily focus on the lives of rural or isolated people in Canada. One thing that sets Munro apart for me is her decision to write several short stories about the same protagonist. You saw the emotional points the character was at — age 20 and in college, divorced at 43, etc.
It made it easier to stay engrossed in the collection, because you really felt like you were starting to get under the skin of a character. Beautifully broken, if you will. Jun 12, Michael rated it it was amazing Shelves: aa-canadalit , aa-womanauthor , nobellit , munro-alice , short-stories , xlong-over , zz , all-five-star , literature. Apr 08, Jenni rated it it was amazing Shelves: shortstories.
This is totally random, but when we were in Victoria, BC, I walked into this giant, wonderful bookstore called Munro's Books. I bought a few things there, and the cashier gave me some free store bookmarks. Well, I pulled one out the other day to stick in this book, and then read in the author bio that Alice Munro is in fact the owner of Munro's Books!
Go figure. Thanks for the rec, Paula! Dec 09, Shelley rated it it was amazing Recommends it for: the common reader. Recommended to Shelley by: Margaret. Shelves: canada , fic-short-stories. My first Munro. I learned that you have to slow down--really, really slow down--and let yourself be carried along in the cadence of each sentence. Sentences are fragments. Paragraphs are fragments. Her whole stories can be fragments placed together, artfully and artlessly.
The effects are dazzling.
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I have to say I do not enjoy the later pieces as much the exception being "The Wilderness Station". They are noticeably more ambitious and complex, but some parts just seem ill-fit together, contrive My first Munro. They are noticeably more ambitious and complex, but some parts just seem ill-fit together, contrived, and not nearly as naturalistic as the others. My favourites, in the order of appearance in this book, are: 1. Beryl, the indomitable aunt of the narrator, might well be my favorite literary creation in this book.
A traumatic event happens in childhood: Beryl's sister is forever scarred and propagates its aftermath to her children; Beryl lets it roll off her and transforms it into a game. Some may call it callousness, but I see a remarkable resilience and force of life. Everywhere is snow, all 50 version of it, covering and uncovering, concealing and revealing, the fits and cracks underneath the veneer of life.
A freakin' masterpiece. View all 3 comments. Jun 13, Gail rated it it was ok Shelves: abandoned. I have read about halfway through this book and am going to have to set it aside. I can appreciate the literary quality of Alice Munro's writing, but I don't enjoy her stories. It's not that I have to enjoy everything I read, but I haven't cared about or identified with a single character very much.
None of them are very memorable. These stories are dreary and devoid of any joy, humor, hope or beauty. Every romance and marriage fails. There's a lot of cynicism here. I can see why Munro's stories I have read about halfway through this book and am going to have to set it aside. I can see why Munro's stories are critically acclaimed, but they're not for me.
It seems like if you've read one, you've read them all. Give me a Wendell Berry story over one of these any day. Beryl, the indomitable aunt of the narrator, might well be my favorite literary creation in this book. A traumatic event happens in childhood: Beryl's sister is forever scarred and propagates its aftermath to her children; Beryl lets it roll off her and transforms it into a game.
Some may call it callousness, but I see a remarkable resilience and force of life. Munro really accomplishes the impossible here—making me, who is not anywhere near to being a parent, feel parenthood, a feat akin to making a blind person feel colour.
A quintessentially Canadian story that takes place in the Great Canadian Winter. Everywhere is snow, all 50 version of it, covering and uncovering, concealing and revealing, the fits and cracks underneath the veneer of life. Similar to "The Progress of Love" in its portrayal of intergenerational dynamics, but a shade darker Southern Ontario Gothic? View all 3 comments. Feb 17, Sylvie rated it did not like it Shelves: Unfortunately, this wonderful writer is not for me.
Her stories are so dismal. I've tried to read Ms. Munro's work many times and I always end up abandoning it. OK, let me be perfectly blunt: For me, this woman's writing can ruin a perfectly good day. Her writing is magnificent; her subject matter plunges me down a dingy well. It goes without saying that Munro is an amazing writer. From this collection, three tales stood out: If I were to rate her stories individually, these three would get the highest possible rating and the second one would surpass it.
Her short stories tend to focus on the lives of everyday men and women and expose life for what it is, in the context of its everydayness turned farce; it is the breaking point, the shock, the sen It goes without saying that Munro is an amazing writer. Her short stories tend to focus on the lives of everyday men and women and expose life for what it is, in the context of its everydayness turned farce; it is the breaking point, the shock, the sensuous or sexual adventure, the delayed and never-to-be- fulfilled possibilities and the dying memories that she portrays.
And she does so with frank, heartfelt prose. For she hadn't thought that crocheted roses could float away or that tombstones could hurry down the street. She doesn't mistake that for reality, and neither does she mistake anything else for reality, and that is how she knows she is sane. If you want to know more, read it. I would recommend "Labor Day Dinner" to everyone and anyone, as it faces the two most important things in life and literature: Sep 29, Sal rated it really liked it. Munro does a really fantastic job of creating very three-dimensional characters.
She's able to compress an entire novel's worth of story-telling into 30 or so pages. My only problem with this collection is that in reading the stories one after another, the characters being to appear quite similar to one another. Middle-aged, divorced female reflecting seems to be the common ground. Of course, I believe these stories came in Munro's own middle age, and it reflects that.
Still, she does an excelle Munro does a really fantastic job of creating very three-dimensional characters.
Still, she does an excellent job of making each character and story unique and distinct despite this common base. The wisdom that comes with age is easily seen in the way her characters reflect, revise, and recall. The stories bring into question a variety of things--the nature of memory, life, death, aging, etc. I'd definitely recommend Ms. Munro as a writer and I'd recommend this volume, but I would recommend reading the stories with some space in between so as to make each story distinct. Dec 04, Kam rated it really liked it.
I was intrigued by the blurbs on the back of this edition--had heard a lot about her but never read anything, seeing as most of her work has been published in anthologies and magazines. I'm not one for short stories or short fiction, but the narrative voices here are truly distinct. In her stories about her native Canada, Munro delivers with a consistent, pragmatic and low-key narration that draws one in with details and insights not with the "unerhoerte Begebenheit" or "seminal moment" introduc I was intrigued by the blurbs on the back of this edition--had heard a lot about her but never read anything, seeing as most of her work has been published in anthologies and magazines.
In her stories about her native Canada, Munro delivers with a consistent, pragmatic and low-key narration that draws one in with details and insights not with the "unerhoerte Begebenheit" or "seminal moment" introduced in most modern short story writing. I feel almost that these stories aspire to teach one about life rather than entertain. Jun 13, Gail rated it it was ok Shelves: I have read about halfway through this book and am going to have to set it aside. I can appreciate the literary quality of Alice Munro's writing, but I don't enjoy her stories. It's not that I have to enjoy everything I read, but I haven't cared about or identified with a single character very much.
None of them are very memorable. These stories are dreary and devoid of any joy, humor, hope or beauty. Every romance and marriage fails. There's a lot of cynicism here. I can see why Munro's stories I have read about halfway through this book and am going to have to set it aside.
I can see why Munro's stories are critically acclaimed, but they're not for me. It seems like if you've read one, you've read them all. Give me a Wendell Berry story over one of these any day. OMG, I am so happy I'm finally done with book. Apparently I am not a fan of short stories. I don't like how by the time you have gotten to know a character the story is over.
And when these short stories end, they just end. There's never much of an ending. I just don't get the appeal. View all 11 comments. This woman appears to produce beautiful phrases with the readiness and ease with which average humans produce carbon dioxide. Her fictional examinations of the human condition are simultaneously plainspoken and impenetrable; each seems infused with a secret that only Munro can clearly see, but that the reader may glimpse fleetingly in a moment of hard concentration or blind luck.
It contains stories of varying quality, ranging from merely excellent to shockingly brilliant. Given that I read Family Furnishings: While Munro has clearly perfected her craft over time, her earlier works prove that her starting point was far beyond where most writers could hope to arrive at the end of a long and successful career.
Someone seeking a catalogue of the subtle and quotidian cruelties visited on midth-century Western women will find themselves hotly rewarded here. Munro provides a keen record of the inexcusable pressures and judgments patriarchy foists upon females, doing so without ever once descending into the histrionics that often despoil contemporary feminist writings.
One protagonist describes her father teasing a live-in nurse: There was no doubt she enjoyed all this, all these preposterous imagined matings, though my mother would certainly have said it was cruel, cruel and indecent, to tease an old maid about men. And the heavier and coarser and more impossible she became, the more she would be teased.
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A bad thing in that family was to have them say you were sensitive, as they did of my mother. These women always face a world in which they have little power to direct their fates, but persist with a quiet strength that subverts——sometimes successfully and sometimes not——the tragedy of their cultural and economic relegation. She must endure the painting of the house, the electric lights, all the prosperous activity next door…She must see them drive off to the dance——her old lover and that coldhearted, stupid, by no means beautiful woman in the white satin wedding dress.
And of course she has made over the farm to Ellie and Robert, of course he has inherited it, and now everything belongs to Audrey Atkinson. But it is all right. It is all right——the elect are veiled in patience and humility and lighted by a certainty that events cannot disturb. For readers seeking storytellers capable of rescuing the modern world from its relentless stripping down of human experience to the simplest possible narrative explanation, Alice Munro will intrigue and satisfy.
To complement her exploration of mid-century femininity, Munro offers many fascinating portraits of men and manhood, slyly slaying most of them with her unparalleled female gaze: Bloated, opinionated, untidy men, that is how I see them, cosseted by the academic life, the literary life, by women… "The wives of the men on the platform are not in that audience.
They are buying groceries or cleaning up messes or having a drink. Their lives are concerned with food and mess and houses and cars and money. They have to remember to get the snow tires on and go to the bank and take back the beer bottles, because their husbands are such brilliant, such talented incapable men, who must be looked after for the sake of the words that will come from them. Her stories sometimes have a lot of characters, and the nuances of the relationships will easily escape the scattered mind.
I did not bring my best brain to each of these stories, and I am worse off for it. But I also managed to grab some good stuff along the way: His friendliness and obligingness are often emphatic, so that people might get the feeling of being buffeted from all sides. This is a manner that serves him well in Gilmore, where assurances are supposed to be repeated, and in fact much of conversation is repetition, a sort of dance of good intentions, without surprises. A few people are. They will be driven to find things out, even trivial things.
They will put things together. You see them going around with notebooks, scraping the dirt off gravestones, reading microfilm, just in the hope of seeing this trickle in time, making a connection, rescuing things from the rubbish. And they may have got it wrong, after all. I may have got it wrong.