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The Reader Abroad: Wind

Chris Routledge — Fri, 05 Sep 2008 01:03:17 +0000

In which Chris Routledge, Online Editor of The Reader Organisation, has a problem with wind whilst reading Housman.

The Distant Sound of Children

Chris Routledge — Thu, 28 Aug 2008 21:02:23 +0000

Online Editor and Blog Man Chris Routledge reads from Nineteen Eighty-Four:

The Reader Abroad Part 6: Deep Thought

Chris Routledge — Fri, 01 Aug 2008 04:40:24 +0000

In which Jane Davis, director of The Reader Organisation, works on an article for the magazine and exhausts herself by thinking very hard.

The Reader Abroad Part 4: The Idiot

Chris Routledge — Fri, 18 Jul 2008 04:16:02 +0000

In which Jane Davis, director of The Reader Organisation, reads Dostoevsky.

The Reader Abroad Part 3: Pronunciation

Chris Routledge — Fri, 11 Jul 2008 16:40:52 +0000

In which Phil Davis, editor of The Reader magazine, comes over all unnecessary with a rose bush.

The Reader Abroad Part 2: Equipment

Chris Routledge — Fri, 04 Jul 2008 04:05:39 +0000

In which Phil Davis, editor of The Reader magazine, reads from Walter Scott’s The Heart of Midlothian.

The Reader Abroad Part 1: The Summer Residence

Chris Routledge — Fri, 27 Jun 2008 06:00:22 +0000

In the first of series of short films for summer, Jane and Phil Davis welcome us to The Reader’s summer residence. More next week.

More Howard Jacobson in a Soho Restaurant

Chris Routledge — Tue, 27 May 2008 14:01:21 +0000

The first of these clips is here, along with some truly terrible poetry in the comments.

Many thanks to Howard Jacobson for allowing us to use these clips.

Featured Poem: Howard Jacobson surprised by joy in Soho restaurant

Chris Routledge — Mon, 19 May 2008 10:32:33 +0000

Over dinner in a Soho restaurant recently, Jane Davis asked Howard Jacobson to recite a poem. Here’s the result. Jane has form, by the way.

NY Diary 3: Thomas Hardy's 'I look into my glass'

Chris Routledge — Wed, 31 Oct 2007 10:18:41 +0000

Phil reciting ‘I look into my glass’ by Thomas Hardy in Sarge’s Deli 548 3rd Avenue.

Not Large’s – Sarges!

Enid took us to her home ground, down on the lower east side where Sarges is her home deli – corned beef hash with eggs over was attempted by the Stube, a ridiculous no-contest. Have you seen her? She’s a sparrow! Yet see how she wields that lint-roller!

Phil ordered chopped liver and pastrami on rye – it came, he saw and conquered. The pickles were another story – that follows later.

Jane had hot brisket and onions – feh! Vegetarians beware.