“Reading aloud,” I’m always telling my writing students, “is the best way to revise.”
I encourage them—sometimes require them—to find read-aloud partners or start writing groups in which they take turns reading their work aloud.
“Hearing your sentences spoken lets you know whether they’re clear and natural-sounding—whether someone actually could speak them,” I explain. “And it doesn’t work to read to an empty room. You need a warm body, a listener, to complete the communication. Speaking is, after all, a collaborative act.”
Finding that read-aloud partner is easy at college, where everyone’s engaged in writing all the time. Outside the college setting, though, finding someone willing to listen can be a challenge. People are busy. Few have time to sit still for an hour while some verbose writer drones on. That’s how they’ll imagine it when you propose reading to them. We Americans have lost—or never had—the habit of listening to people read. We had only the shallowest tradition of serial novels, released chapter by chapter as Dickens’ novels were and read to the whole family at fireside. And no comfy pubs—without blaring TVs—like the one where C. S. Lewis, J. R. R. Tolkien, and their writer buddies hung out, drank beer, and read their work to one another. Writers who give public readings these days will tell you it’s hard to get even close friends to attend. Our lives are too busy for read-alouds.
I often recommend to writer friends that they make use of the lonely people in their lives: shut-in relatives, kid-imprisoned friends who wish they had a grownup to talk to, recently retired colleagues with time on their hands. It sounds terrible, this “making use” of others, taking advantage of their neediness to assuage your own, but in my experience such mutual exchanges not only helped my writing but also transformed intended acts of mercy—“I should spend more time with my mother-in-law,” I was always telling myself—into pleasurable time together, which we both looked forward to. My mother-in-law not only got longed-for company but also felt needed; I got my warm body but also genuine enjoyment, without having to chide myself (usually in vain) to, as Paul recommends, “give what you have decided in your heart to give, not reluctantly or under compulsion, for God loves a cheerful giver” (2 Corinthians 9.7 NRSV). The mutual benefit, I found, guaranteed that cheerfulness, for both of us—because attentive listening and being listened to can’t help but nurture relationships.
My daughter Lulu has been on semester break from college for the past month, with a couple more weeks to go. It’s tricky having a grown daughter home that long. We’ve long since put our Christmas CDs away, but I’m still in the throes of Bing Crosby’s parental prophecy for the season: “And Mom and Dad can hardly wait for school to start again!”
Luckily, Lulu’s engrossed in the final revision stages of her senior project—a hundred-page translation of and critical introduction to an East German book—and I’m busy trying to cut 30,000 words from a novel before sending it out, so we have tasks to distract us from the inevitable mother-daughter combat. Also, since we’re in about the same place in our revisions—where what we need most is to hear them aloud and find out if they work—we’ve established a read-aloud schedule: I read her a couple short chapters during her late breakfast, and she reads me one long chapter while I trim vegetables for dinner.
I can’t say it’s the perfect exchange my mother-in-law and I had. Lulu doesn’t end my readings, as my mother-in-law always did, with “That’s the best thing you’ve ever written!” And, as a writer and teacher of writing, I give more critical feedback than Lulu really wants. But our reading fills two hours of our day with mostly pleasurable, mutually beneficial work. More importantly, the listening involved gives us both practice, at this complex juncture of our parental-filial journey, in navigating our new relationship as related but separate adults. As peers, in other words. Equals. Reciprocally heard, appreciated, and loved.
12 Replies to “Revising Aloud”
what a great reminder!
What excellent advice, Patti! Thanks for the reminder. Your post reminded me of the hours I spent reading my master’s thesis to my Mother as we awaited the results of her hospital tests. I never finished reading my memoir to her that day. We were both exhausted, and we thought we would have time later. But we didn’t. And I’m SO thankful that I she agreed to listen when I asked. Not only did it help my revisisions, it proved to be the last chance I had to spend time with Mother before her terminal illness stole her mind and her life from us. Thanks again for prompting that precious memory with your post, Patti!
I’m so sorry for your loss, Karen, but glad you had that opportunity to engage with your mom in this way before she died. I guess that’s another benefit of reading aloud: it can give you meaningful, positive time together at a time when the other stuff of life–like awaiting a grim diagnosis–is pressing in on you and making it hard to have anything else to talk about.
So true! Seriously, when I read your post, I realized that reading my memoir to my Mother was the very last meaningful conversation that I had with her. So many layers to that thought, considering that I’ve worked on revising that same memoir with my daughter. And we’ve spent hours reading out chapters out loud to each other. I would recommend that for other mother-daughter relationships. Very healing!
I am involved in a critique group of 4-5 persons. We each bring about our new pages from the novels we are writing each week to read aloud and get feedback. But more than the feedback is the learning experience and the interaction with like-minded friends who want nothing more than to improve our writing we share and to grow in our relationship with one another.
Participating in a writing group in which everyone reads aloud is one of the best ways to hear your writing. Writing groups also help motivate participants to keep on track. There’s nothing like knowing it’s your time to read coming up to make you slog through the slow spots.
This is a really nice post and something to think about. I’m in the 1st draft of my book and on about the last quarter of it. I knew I would need to seek our readers and editors but a read aloud buddy never crossed my mind.
Do it! You’ll never go back.
Comments are closed.