Lydia Davis Made Me Crash My Car — Almost
Two absolute miracles occurred today while driving and listening to Michael Silverblatt’s Bookworm:
- Silverblatt let the guest speak for most of the 30 minute show.
- That guest was Lydia Davis, reading from her new collection Varieties of Disturbance. A miracle because the pieces she read were so lovely, so spare and painful and beautiful and, well, full. Pregnant with meaning, the said, the unsaid. All the bits in between.
I’m halfway through listening to the podcast, and it’s lovely once you get past the sounds of Silverblatt pulling crumpled photocopies of Davis’ stories out of his pockets, dragging them across the microphone, and then handing them to her to read. Davis is a pleasure to listen to. Audiobook?
I read Varieties recently; another of many books I started to write about and did not finish, as time dwindles away to nothing with impending arrivals. It’s a very fine book.