Here, from the
New Yorker Festival blog, is a post by Andrea Walker, boiling down to bullet points part of an
onstage conversation between Alice Munro and
The New Yorker's fiction editor Deborah Treisman, which took place on Friday night, Oct. 4. Munro, despite the praise (deserved) that writers, editors, and critics have lavished on her for many years, remains modest and amusingly self-effacing.