(“He could get everything in and still make it read smooth.”) Del’s, or Munro’s, reaction comes in one short one-sentence paragraph: “They were talking to somebody who believed that the only duty of a writer is to produce a masterpiece.” They suggest that, as he “had the gift”, maybe she could learn to copy his style. “He did not ask for anybody in the family to have done anything more interesting, or scandalous, than to marry a Roman Catholic (the woman’s religion noted in red ink below her name) indeed, it would have thrown his whole record off balance if it had.” Uncle Craig dies suddenly of a heart attack, and his sisters bequeath the manuscript to the narrator, Del (a reasonably straightforward stand-in for Munro herself). Its dullness, you gather even before you read a representative paragraph, is monumental. There is a character called Uncle Craig who has been writing a history of the county and his family.
The point for Munro is to look at the everyday.
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