Although the author employs her favorite technique here of time-jumps and decade-splintered narratives, "Miles City, Montana" is less outwardly complex than most of the previous Munro stories I've read. A Joycian epiphany occurs near the end of the tale, as the narrator's daughter narrowly escapes drowning, but otherwise this is pretty straight-forward, albeit heightened with the lead character's suburban rebel leanings and an especially poignant brushstroke hint at the future dissolution of a marriage years after a mock argument over sandwich condiments. Typical cheeky Munro, no? As always I marveled at the precise control of the language, the measured emotional cadences, the evocation of place and personality far beyond the power of most mere mortals painting portraits of human timelines.
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