This week, it’s all madness, grief, observation…followed by our ever-hearty, Tom Jones.
Read by Xe Sands
Recorded with permission from the author. Rolli is a writer and illustrator hailing from Canada. He’s the author of God’s Autobio (short stories), Plum Stuff (poems/drawings), and five forthcoming titles for adults and children. Visit his blog and follow his epic tweets @rolliwrites.
One of my favorite aspects of Twitter is the unexpected finds – poetry, microfiction, stories, memories, artwork, hilarity (and yes, kittens). Came across this short yet powerful bit of flash fiction a little over a week ago and it curled around something inside me and wouldn’t let me go until I recorded it. Very grateful that Rolli was willing to let me loose on his work.
So 2013, huh? To date, this year has been one often marked by loss…loss of voice, loss of animals, and the ultimate losses of friends who simply ceased being alive one day. Loss of a choice, I guess you could say…we have no say, no choice – they just up and left without our consent. So yes, I’ve been thinking quite a bit about grief – how we move through it, how we perceive and judge others’ grief.
This piece does not speak to a specific loss I’ve suffered or supported another through. But man, does it resonate. Perhaps because it shows the disconnect between the experience, the telling and the witnessing of another’s grief. Perhaps because I’ve recently been both people – The Bereft, blind and virtually euphoric with grief…and The Witness, detached, removed, secretly judging all that’s revealed.
And maybe it won’t speak to you that way…maybe it won’t say anything to you at all. And that’s OK too.
On the Fifth Day, Part I, by Michael Daigle
Read by Diane Havens
The Poe-like quality of this new short story by Michael Daigle held me in rapt attention to the end, and its semi-mad narrator was just delicious to record.
Michael told me how the seed for the story was planted in his mind: “the story came out of a conversation I heard while walking on a sidewalk in Boston. A group of people were coming in the opposite direction and the group I was in stepped aside to let them pass. It was winter and the sidewalks had been badly shoveled and we were passing a large tree, so we just stepped out of the way. But one person in the other group said. ‘…and there was this old man sitting on the landing when I got home…’ ”
This is part one, so check in next week for the conclusion.
Tom Jones – Book 3, Chapter 10, by Henry Fielding
Read by Mark Turetsky
Book 3 Chapter 10 of Tom Jones.
This is part of an ongoing project in which I will record and post one chapter per week of Henry Fielding’s Tom Jones over the course of four years.
And so, another book comes to an end. Blifil has manipulated Allworthy into submitting Black George to the law, though he stops short of sentencing George’s family to starvation.
But Tom might have one more trick up his sleeve in appealing to Squire Western, in the form of Western’s daughter.
The book ends on a little joke about how he can’t introduce a new character at the end of a book, but he just did!