Conversations start when two or more people share something in common. It may be something very basic, like standing in the same place at the same time (“Do you know if the bus is running on time?”; “I think that penguin just winked at us”), or something more profound, like a shared passion. If you have come to this blog, it is most likely because you share a passion for books, for stories, for words, and the ways they work on our senses and our imaginations. Here you will find others who share that passion. And so a conversation will begin.
What will we talk about? The things we love. Sometimes we will simply want to share our passions by recommending the things we love to each other. Sometimes we will feel compelled to explain; other times, we will be forced to admit that we don’t fully understand. That’s good. This isn’t a thesis or a project, but a place to meet and be enthusiastic. Not necessarily as students or teachers or scholars or critics, but as amateurs, a word that originally meant “lovers.”
We’ve all had that experience of reading a book or poem, watching a movie or a play, and suddenly falling head-over-heels in love with it. Not the sort of love we feel for concepts, ideals, or community, but the messy, irrational, trip-over-ourselves-to-tell-others kind of love. That’s what we want to celebrate here. Will we try to convince each other that we should all love these things too? Of course. That’s what we do when we are passionate. That’s what connects us. That’s what starts conversations.
So to all lovers of stories, of words, of the music and noise, beauty and horror, virtue and vice of reading—whatever it is we love to read: I say to you, welcome to the conversation.