Dear Life

I wanted to like it. I really did. Alice Munro is someone I feel stupid for not liking, because she is (was) a contemporary writer, because she writes a number of styles, ie short stories and novels, because she got prizes other writers I like got as well, and because some people I respect really admire her work.
And yet. This is the second or third time I try and ... meh. Stories seem to be about something I don't care about, or characters seem too pretentious or too aloof or just too far fetched, or the narrative starts to be too long... something just keeps me from being interested.