Mar
30
The Two Faces of Craig Thompson
New York, New York, Southgate Tower, Room 2510
Today, I read the complete works of Craig Thompson.
Without knowing who Thompson is, a reader might wonder if he is an unproductive artist or if I am a speed reader. I can guarantee that the latter is false. I read slowly trying to take in every word. I subvocalize all the time. If I like a particular turn of phrase or an unfamiliar word, I read it aloud: “with skin as soft and pale as moonlight, the bones beneath her skin tangling and rearranging, Rising [sic] along the iliac crest, and dipping into the clavicles.” I read thousands upon thousands of words a day, but I read them slowly and deliberately.
And I don’t know how productive Thompson has been.
Today, I read the complete works of Craig Thompson.
Without knowing who Thompson is, a reader might wonder if he is an unproductive artist or if I am a speed reader. I can guarantee that the latter is false. I read slowly trying to take in every word. I subvocalize all the time. If I like a particular turn of phrase or an unfamiliar word, I read it aloud: “with skin as soft and pale as moonlight, the bones beneath her skin tangling and rearranging, Rising [sic] along the iliac crest, and dipping into the clavicles.” I read thousands upon thousands of words a day, but I read them slowly and deliberately.
And I don’t know how productive Thompson has been.