It is hard to think of any great literature which does not have as a theme the relationship between women and men. The subject emerges, as if by accident, in almost every memorable story told. And if women with men, women against men, men against women, men and women without each other and all the cruel, ecstatic, jitterbugging combinations in between constitute essential matter for literature, there is no contemporary writer to have shaped it better (in English, at least) than Canadian short story writer, Alice Munro.