Verlyn Klinkenborg, NYT, Some Thoughts on the Lost Art of Reading Aloud:
Reading aloud recaptures the physicality of words. To read with your lungs and diaphragm, with your tongue and lips, is very different than reading with your eyes alone. The language becomes a part of the body, which is why there is always a curious tenderness, almost an erotic quality, in those 18th- and 19th- century literary scenes where a book is being read aloud in mixed company. The words are not mere words. They are the breath and mind, perhaps even the soul, of the person who is reading.
Much more to think about in the article. I’m particularly interested because reading aloud is a regular, important part of my life. Each evening, in fact, I read aloud to my husband a book we’re enjoying together. This evolved out of wanting to discuss certain books with the other and not being willing to wait for the time for each of us to finish the work we wanted to talk about. Also, then, there wasn’t the spontaneity of talking in the moment about what struck us just as we’d read it, of course. Now, it’s hard to imagine not reading aloud. It’s just part of life — a good part.
Informally, as we are working on our writing, we’ll read parts aloud to one another to get the other’s take and to hear the thing aloud ourselves. We’ve always done this, can’t imagine not.
Additionally, we read, almost each week, from our ongoing work at a writers’ group we belong to in the city. It’s fascinating to hear others’ feedback on my work, and equally fascinating to hear myself read aloud to a group. Also, I’m learning to hear others’ work that they read aloud for feedback in a nuanced way that’s continuing to develop. The article talks about the related practice of the author’s experience with his students reading aloud.
kiss the night air 