A story for listening

01/08/2013

A story for listening

I've decamped to someplace warmer than home, and most of my time is filled watching little birds scamper. I listened to a great story the other day (actually reading it might have been beyond my vacation capabilities) and thought you friends might enjoy a listen.

"Love" by William Maxwell is the current offering at The New Yorker Fiction Podcast. It's a sweet story, appropriate for every audience. Before and after the story, reader Tony Early talks about what makes it special. Early is a regular contributor to The New Yorker; author of Jim the Boy, a book I loved; and a workshop leader at Sewannee Writers' Conference. In fact, he was my workshop leader. I learned a lot from him then, and I learned a lot listening to the podcast.

The whole business is done in a little more than 25 minutes. Consider it a tiny course in story writing.

Jan 8, 2013 3:55:40 AM

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Thanks for posting this Wendy. It all looked like a 3rd grade Roger's School classroom to me . . .

Loved what he says about Hemingway . . . although I inferred more emotion from Hemingway than from most writers . . . but comparing him to Cather . . . I get it.

Posted by: Susan | 01/08/2013 at 06:19 AM

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