{"version":"1.0","provider_name":"The New York Review of Books","provider_url":"https:\/\/www.nybooks.com","author_name":"Pauline Cochran","author_url":"https:\/\/www.nybooks.com\/contributors\/paulinecochran\/","title":"'Who Do You Think You Are?' |","type":"rich","width":600,"height":338,"html":"<blockquote class=\"wp-embedded-content\" data-secret=\"eku2QG9gaJ\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.nybooks.com\/articles\/2009\/12\/03\/who-do-you-think-you-are\/\">&#8216;Who Do You Think You Are?&#8217;<\/a><\/blockquote><iframe sandbox=\"allow-scripts\" security=\"restricted\" src=\"https:\/\/www.nybooks.com\/articles\/2009\/12\/03\/who-do-you-think-you-are\/embed\/#?secret=eku2QG9gaJ\" width=\"600\" height=\"338\" title=\"&#8220;&#8216;Who Do You Think You Are?&#8217;&#8221; &#8212; The New York Review of Books\" data-secret=\"eku2QG9gaJ\" frameborder=\"0\" marginwidth=\"0\" marginheight=\"0\" scrolling=\"no\" class=\"wp-embedded-content\"><\/iframe><script type=\"text\/javascript\">\n\/* <![CDATA[ *\/\n\/*! This file is auto-generated *\/\n!function(d,l){\"use strict\";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&\"undefined\"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!\/[^a-zA-Z0-9]\/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),c=new RegExp(\"^https?:$\",\"i\"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display=\"none\";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute(\"style\"),\"height\"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):\"link\"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute(\"src\")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener(\"message\",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener(\"DOMContentLoaded\",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll(\"iframe.wp-embedded-content\"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute(\"data-secret\"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+=\"#?secret=\"+t,e.setAttribute(\"data-secret\",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:\"ready\",secret:t},\"*\")},!1)))}(window,document);\n\/* ]]> *\/\n<\/script>\n","thumbnail_url":"https:\/\/www.nybooks.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/12\/alice-munro_cropped.gif","thumbnail_width":300,"thumbnail_height":252,"description":"Of writers who have made the short story their m\u00e9tier, and whose accumulated work constitutes entire fictional worlds\u2014William Trevor, Edna O'Brien, Peter Taylor, Eudora Welty, and Flannery O'Connor come most notably to mind\u2014Alice Munro is the most consistent in style, manner, content, vision. From the first, Munro exhibited a remarkable gift for transforming the seemingly artless\u2014\"anecdotal\"\u2014into art; like the short-story writers I have mentioned, Munro concentrated upon provincial, even backcountry lives, in tales of domestic tragicomedy that seemed to open up, as if by magic, into wider, deeper, vaster dimensions."}