A while back, I wrote about the importance of reading Zorgamazoo aloud (trust me, it’s the only way).
Then, this week, I read Will Self’s marvellously thoughtful review of Wes Anderson’s The Fantastic Mr. Fox. In the course of the article, Self admits that although he hasn’t read every last word Dahl wrote, what he has read have all been read aloud.
He goes on to speculate that “it might be an idea for all literary critics to read the books they analyse aloud – it certainly helps to fix them in the mind, while providing a readymade seminar with your audience.”
On this point, Mr. Self and I wholeheartedly agree.
