Reading Aloud - You Must!
What the Dickens am I on about now! Am I really suggesting everyone ought to read aloud? Well yes. This morning in a bedroom the measure of a double bed and just enough room to walk around, in a bedroom with blue wooden shutters locked closed, defying entry to the low-slanting, furnace-fierce, rays of a Greek summer morning sun, propped up on pillows I read David Copperfield aloud to my love. I am ashamed to say I am a stranger to Dickens as indeed I am unacquainted with so many of the great wordsmiths who have written and wrought worlds magnificent for us all. It is no exaggeration that I was virtually illiterate until the age of forty. Not technically illiterate. My degree in numbers and bits and bytes required skill enough to read the texts but there was no story reading and most certainly, nothing ever was written more creative than a shopping list. I was late to the wonder of words. Later, Dylan Thomas and Einstein proffered helping hands that were sadly not there in my London com...