Sometimes my mom, after serving Sunday mornings wiping noses in the nursery like the good pastor’s wife she was (is), would pop in a tape (remember those?) of the sermon into the living room stereo system. And if my dad happened to wander into the room, he’d run away going blah blah blah so he wouldn’t have to hear himself.
I so get that. It’s incredibly awkward and uncomfortable to hear your own voice, a sure indication that it’s best not to spend much time listening to yourself. Besides, I’d rather listen to This American Life or Wait, Wait, Don’t Tell Me or one of my many audiobooks, which range from total classics (if you haven’t listened to a reading of Dracula, you are MISSING OUT) and histories of epidemic diseases (I swear, just can’t get enough) to just for fun (David Sedaris, Tina Fey).
A Classic I Don’t Own on Audiobook. (Illustration courtesy of Aidan, age 7)
But I’ve been on the airwaves or whatever they are talking about my book, and if you’d like to listen, here is a representative link: A Theology of Eating at My Faith Radio. I also had the pleasure of talking to Fr. Dave Dwyer on Busted Halo last night (this morning, for me!) and that podcast should be up soon.
Meanwhile here are ten of my favorite ‘classics,’ loosely defined, in Englewood Review of Books’ ‘Writer’s on the Classics’ series.
