Miette's Bedtime Story Podcast » Mann, Thomas http://www.miettecast.com Lay yourself down to sleep with the soothing soporific of Miette's purr as she reads you the world's greatest short stories and delivers them podcasterly. Tue, 16 Mar 2010 13:19:42 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.9.1 en hourly 1 ©Miette miette@miettecast.com (Miette) miette@miettecast.com(Miette) 1440 literature, short stories, fiction, reading, books Sweet dreams. Lay yourself down to sleep with the soothing soporific of Miette's purr as she reads you the world's greatest works of short fiction, in a style all her own and in a way only she can. World classics, known and unknown literary masterpieces, and modern experimental titles are all represented in what's quickly becoming the most comprehensive (and most saucy) short fiction anthology. Sweet dreams. Miette Miette miette@miettecast.com No no http://www.miettecast.com/wp-content/themes/cutline-miettehack/images/mbsp-small.jpg Miette's Bedtime Story Podcast http://www.miettecast.com 144 144 The Starvelings http://www.miettecast.com/2005/12/02/the-starvelings/ http://www.miettecast.com/2005/12/02/the-starvelings/#comments Sat, 03 Dec 2005 02:13:29 +0000 miette http://www.miettecast.com/?p=86 nothing if not the one empty corner in the squathouse of growing up, and although my romance with Mann ended years ago, I can still smell him at the thought... you know how it is. And so, month after month, I look at his stories, and I Just. Don't. Know. ]]> I’ve had a long meeting with myself just now, myself, who has been thinking for months that I ought to read Mann for you. After all, Mann is nothing if not the one empty corner in the squathouse of growing up, and although my romance with Mann ended years ago, I can still smell him at the thought… you know how it is. And so, month after month, I look at his stories, and I Just. Don’t. Know. But then I discovered that, ten years ago, give or take a day (give, actually, but who cares?) I wrote in a journal that I had read this story, not podcast-reading (because there was no such thing ten years ago) but physical lying-on-the-sofa-reading, probably the sofa, anyhow. Maybe in bed. Probably not at a table, because who reads at tables. And ten years ago, it affected me deeply– or else I lied to myself in the journal. Who knows?

And so I made this discovery just a few minutes ago, that I’d read the story exactly ten years ago, and I thought “well, isn’t that sort of neat! I’ll read it again, and see if the bildungsroman chapter of my life has at least turned a page or two in the past decade!”

The answer is to be written down in a journal somewhere to be discovered in ten years’ time. But the story, dear listener, is all yours.


Comments]]> http://www.miettecast.com/2005/12/02/the-starvelings/feed/ 5 23:28 I've had a long meeting with myself just now, myself, who has been thinking for months that I ought to read Mann for you. ... I've had a long meeting with myself just now, myself, who has been thinking for months that I ought to read Mann for you. After all, Mann is nothing if not the one empty corner in the squathouse of growing up, and although my romance with Mann ended years ago, I can still smell him at the thought... you know how it is. And so, month after month, I look at his stories, and I Just. Don't. Know. But then I discovered that, ten years ago, give or take a day (give, actually, but who cares?) I wrote in a journal that I had read this story, not podcast-reading (because there was no such thing ten years ago) but physical lying-on-the-sofa-reading, probably the sofa, anyhow. Maybe in bed. Probably not at a table, because who reads at tables. And ten years ago, it affected me deeply-- or else I lied to myself in the journal. Who knows? And so I made this discovery just a few minutes ago, that I'd read the story exactly ten years ago, and I thought "well, isn't that sort of neat! I'll read it again, and see if the bildungsroman chapter of my life has at least turned a page or two in the past decade!" The answer is to be written down in a journal somewhere to be discovered in ten years' time. But the story, dear listener, is all yours. Mann,,Thomas Miette no No