By Jonathon Van Maren I was in third grade when I found out that some people are such good narrators that they become storytellers. Our teacher, Mr. Rick Span, would spend about an hour a week reading to the class. I read thousands of books growing up, but when I think of the ones he read to us, lines always leap to mind in his cadence, the way he read them. I can still recall entire paragraphs in his voice from
I read Gulag vol. 2 at my parents' during first wave when the world was turning upside down. Pandemic + Soviet atrocities will be forever intertwined.
Just went to "Lyrical Ballad" in Saratoga, N.Y. this afternoon. You'd love that place - a literal labyrinth of old books.