|Posted on Wednesday, December 17, 2003 - 11:24 am: |
Does anyone enjoy reading fiction aloud to one's partners, friends, children... ?
Or has this pleasure slipped away with more pressing screen entertainments?
I read aloud these books to either or both of my children:
Fruit Stoners - Algernon Blackwood
King of Elfland's Daughter - Lord Dunsany
Hello Summer, Goodbye - Michael Coney
Jimbo - Alegernon Blackwood
some CS Lewis Narnia books
Little Prince - saint Exupery
I read these aloud to my wife in our courting days:
Cold Comfort Farm - Stella Gibbons
Women in Love - DH Lawrence
French Lieutenant's Woman - John Fowles
Couples - John Updike
I read these to a friend in the sixties:
Abridged version of The Monk by MG Lewis
Bernhardt J Hurwood's Monsters of Terror
Many short stories by HP Lovecraft and from the August Derleth anthologies etc. etc
|Posted on Thursday, December 18, 2003 - 01:33 pm: |
I do enjoy it, but it's been far too long since I've had the chance.
One of my college friends enjoyed reading outloud enough to read physics and math books aloud. It was odd to listen to
|Posted on Friday, December 19, 2003 - 10:39 am: |
I find it a very great pleasure to articulate the words of fiction - and that aforementioned MG Lewis Monk reading (undertaken by myself in 1967) took from approx 7pm to 5am the next morning, more or less unbroken, laced with strong coffee.
|Posted on Tuesday, January 13, 2004 - 07:41 pm: |
I find I take a surprising amount of pleasure in reading to my loving fiancee Lindsay. Perhaps more than she takes in being read to? I haven't asked. Although today, after I had declaimed my poem "Bigfoot in the Barbershop" to her, she did proclaim that I "read strangely."
But then, I write strangely as well.