A small group assembled to hear us read yesterday–at a shop and cafe the name of which I can neither pronounce nor spell.
But here’s the thing–they actually wanted to be there. They wanted to hear Paul House and self read. They even asked for more when he finished his readings. And then, they asked for more when I’d finished. Can you fathom such a thing?
There wasn’t a pained expression in the entire room. It was utterly brilliant.
And yes, it’s possibly true that the reading aloud has improved over the past weeks, as we’ve done it. But I have to say, nothing beats a receptive thoughtful audience. They are superlative. And cannot be beat.
So really, I wish to thank the audience yesterday for being such good, even rapt, listeners. Because listening well is clearly an art and should not be underestimated, though it is undoubtedly undervalued. And I, for one, should hate to see it become a lost art.