The two greatest short-story writers of our time

Another terrific story from Alice ("The Great") Munro in the New Yorker, Corrie, and does anyone agree with me that if you picked this story up by the forelock and dropping it in Ireland you'd have a William Trevor story? Not that there aren't deep similarities between Munro and Trevor, other than that they're probably the two greatest story writers of our time. Both writer a lot about loneliness and sorrow (what else is new?) but in particular about people living their lives in remote, isolate places, forgotten by history and far from the literary mainstream (though Munro has also written a lot of stories about various literary and new age people on the British Columbia coast and in Vancouver, people much like her it seems). What differs in this story is that Munro has adopted a new much tighter literary style. Typically, Munro's stories unfold, or, in her famous characterization, it's as if she walks into a house and wanders room to room - a character we might start off with turns out to be a peripheral figure as the focus shifts to another character. I thought it might happen in Corrie, as we begin to learn less about the eponymous Corrie and more about her maid, Sadie. But no, it's a very well-crafted gem of a story, the ending, while not entirely surprising to me, was still a bit of a shock and quite appalling. In a very few pages we get the lineaments of Corrie's entire life, her lifelong affair with a businessman from a neighboring small town, we see the insularity and the pettiness of provincial Canada in mid-late 20th century. We also get a little echo or hat-tip to Flannery O'Connor and her famous story about the lame woman seduced by a traveling Bible salesman.