"We were all wrapped by the long ride into some cocoon of our own," says Eudora Welty, vividly describing a long family trip in a car.
In general, this is precisely how I feel when listening to Eudora Welty's voice. I have painstakingly collected all of her recorded works because hearing her speak evokes in me an altered meditative state of pure bliss. But when I heard her on this three-CD recording of her live reading of a memoir with contemplations on writing (Listening, Learning to See, and Finding a Voice) to an audience, it was truly beyond heavenly.
I have always had a fantasy of spending personal time with Ms. Welty. I would love to simply hang out with her, listening intently to anything she would say, whether it was professionally as a mentor writer or personally. This CD set is as close as I can possibly get to that梦寐以求的 experience. You get to hear her goof and apologize, you sense her warmth, and you are completely captivated by her mesmerizing voice and unique accent.
There are only a very few writers whose voice, when reading their own work, elevates it to a level of transcendent joy and meditation for the listener. She is one of them. This is exactly that.
Born in Jackson, Missouri in 1909, this autobiography-memoir was, in 1983, given as part of Harvard’s William E. Massey Sr. Lecture series. It was presented in three separate talks to students eager to learn from her years of writing.
Reading this brought me back in time. It reminded me of the stories my paternal grandparents shared with me, about their childhood and even those of their parents and grandparents. I learned to read young, taught by my older brother when he first learned in school. But it was my grandfather who truly instilled a love of reading in me. I remember sitting beside him as he typed out his poetry and helped him choose his words. The click of the typewriter keys, the small desk, and the old typewriter on it are still vivid in my mind. I understood even then that language was crucial in writing.
“Children, like animals,” Welty writes, “use all their senses to discover the world.” In the Introduction, Natasha Trethewey says that each time she reads One Writer’s Beginnings, she meets herself in Welty’s words. Even though this is my first time reading it, I share that feeling. I could relate to the joy of that first box camera, even if ours were different makes and from different years. The stories of her father giving life lessons that become a part of you are touching.
Her stories on reading and being read to are charming and wonderful. Her memories of visiting the local library are priceless. Her thoughts on writing, shaped by her love of reading and being read to, are a delight to read. She also shares her memories of summer trips to visit her grandparents in West Virginia and Ohio, which brought back many memories for me.
“Ever since I was first read to, then started reading to myself, there has never been a line read that I didn’t hear. As my eyes follow the sentence, a voice is saying it silently to me. It isn’t my mother’s voice, or the voice of any person I can identify, certainly not my own. It is human, but inward, and it is inwardly that I listen to it. It is to me the voice of the story or the poem itself. The cadence, whatever it is that asks you to believe, the feeling that resides in the printed word, reaches me through the reader-voice. I have supposed, but never found out, that this is the case with all readers — to read as listeners — and with all writers, to write as listeners . . . The sound of what falls on the page begins the process of testing it for truth, for me…When I write and the sound of it comes back to my ears, then I act to make my changes. I have always trusted this voice.”
This book is a gem for readers and writers alike. Published on 20 Oct 2020. Many thanks for the ARC provided by Scribner.