"The title says it all. Read Me Something You Love invites literary lovers to select a piece of writing which excites them. Steve Wasserman, then trundles around to your home with his mobile recording studio in an attempt to translate the pleasure of the reading aloud experience to a wider audience.
“One of the joys of doing this is being open to the experience of how other people’s enthusiasms will wing their way into your life and get you all gee’d up about stories or poems you might never have glanced at twice,” says Wasserman.
Anyone can take part, just email your suggestions to Steve. The only real requirement is that your selection has proved spine-tingling to you in some way. Readings are limited to 20-25 minutes, so a short story, a well-chosen extract or a poem are perfect.
Time to start practicing in the mirror methinks."
"I don’t know about you, but seeing someone read a book on the Tube often gives me a warm, fuzzy feeling knowing that this potentially wasted part of the day is enriched by a good book. The rarity of book lovers gracing the seats of the Underground these days makes me feel both sad and like I’m in a secret club that is only acknowledged by a sideways glance at the books of fellow commuters.
So on discovering the Human Reading Being blog, part of the Read Me Something You Love project, I was terrified that I’d spot a terrible picture of myself reading something embarrassing and then overjoyed that this humble daily habit is being celebrated.
Read Me Something You Love involves Steve Wasserman asking authors and non-authors alike, to read a piece of literature they love before leading a discussion on the piece. If you love submerging yourself in the imagination of others, come and celebrate this dying pastime."
A few weeks ago you heard Nicky Harman reading a poem from my Chinese doppelganger, Han Dong, whose short story ‘Deer Park’ can also be heard on this site.
So many layers here and even with all the nook & cranny discussion what I feel most from these poems is a sense of…I want to say landscape, but I don’t mean it as a specific setting or environment.
What I mean, and am having trouble finding the words for, is that these poems make me feel as if I am standing, looking outward - focusing and refocusing for the sake of absorbing all perspectives at once.
Maybe that sounds sort of frantic, but it’s more like a cozy ‘all-is-one’ feel.
I’m glad we were able to give you that cosy-all-is-one feeling, Fern. Part of the remit here on RMSYL, I hope.