I smell a mammith. Olert the troops!
Whale Child is writing a play, he says. Or rather, typing it on my laptop. That’s the opening line. I love the way he spells words aloud to himself as he writes, enunciating each consonant and vowel half a dozen times on a rising pitch as if he were Robert Pinsky, or a piano-tuner. (Was I writing plays – or anything, for that matter – when I was six?)
I’ve been listening to him (Pinsky, not Whale Child) read some of his stuff online. Not very satisfying – he seems to go exaggeratedly for enunciation over pretty much everything else, which makes the overall experience slow, and really rather painful. Check the readings out here and see what you think.