Each day I read Garrison Keillor’s Writer’s Almanac.  Today I’m intrigued by the life of Anne Tyler whose books I love.

It’s the birthday of novelist Anne Tyler, born in Minneapolis, Minnesota (1941). After she was born, her parents moved the family to various intentional communities; she spent most of her childhood in a community in the mountains of North Carolina. Her family raised milk goats and grew their own food, and she learned folk crafts and traditional music. Eventually, her parents moved the family to Raleigh, where she was sent to public school. She felt like a total outsider — she had never used a telephone, and her feet were so calloused from going without shoes that she could light a match on her bare feet. She said of her childhood: “I learned to be alone and to entertain myself by imagining, and when I left the commune I looked at the regular world from an unusually distant vantage point.”

One summer, she was working on a tobacco farm and she found a book by Eudora Welty at the library. She read the short story “The Wide Net,” and it changed her life; specifically one line of it, which was: “Edna Earle could sit and ponder all day on how the little tail of the C got through the L in a Coca-Cola sign.” Thinking about that sentence, she said: “It was a kind of revelation: I knew dozens of people like Edna Earle — small-town, ordinary. I just didn’t know you could write about them.