A great short story writer, and one of the last of the greatest generation of contributors to the second Golden Age of the New Yorker Magazine, Mavis Gallant, died today, at ninety-one.  Her first story in that magazine appeared in 1951.  Her last book of stories was published in 2009.  (The first volume of her journals is to be published soon.)  In a career that spanned more than fifty years she published multiple collections of her short stories and novellas, two novels, and dozens of essays and  reviews.  Born in Montreal, though living most of her life in her beloved Paris, she was, with Alice Munro and Robertson Davies, one of that generation of Canadian writers who brought world-wide recognition to Canadian letters.


A very private person who preferred her writing to speak for itself, she gave very few interviews, one of the few was for the Paris Review.  In it she says of her stories, “I want a story to be perfectly clear and I don’t want it to be boring. C’est tout.”

She always was and they never were.  She will be missed.