Hot Dudes Reading – Fordi lesing er sexy

Hot Dudes Reading på Instagram tar bilder av smukke mannfolk med en bok i hendene og deler dem med artige captions. Over 880.000 følger kontoen, og det har også kommet ut en bok med samme navn.


imageWhatever prose he’s reading cannot match the beauty of that full beard. He’s like the hot English professor of my dreams, only with way better hair. #voluntarydetention”


“Ahoy handsome! Just caught a glimpse of this elusive beauty reading Moby Dick in the crowded waters of the L train. There may be other fish in the sea, but this white whale has me hooked. #reelmein”


“This Elijah Wood look-a-like is all hunk, no hobbit. He probably weekends in the Berkshires with his golden retriever, hiking and chopping wood with those big hands. He could trek to Middle Earth and I’d still follow. #illtakethatring”

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About reading III

“Of course, of all the various kinds of artists, the fiction writer is most deviled by the public. Painters and musicians are protected somewhat since they don’t deal with what everyone knows about, but the fiction writer writes about life, and so anyone living considers himself an authority on it.

I find that everybody approaches the novel according to his particular interest – the doctor looks for a disease, the minister looks for a sermon, the poor look for money, and the rich look for justification; and if they find what they want, or at least what they can recognize, then they judge the piece of fiction to be superior.”


Utdrag hentet fra Mystery and Manners – Occasional prose, av Flannery O’Connor. Fra ‘The Teaching of Literature’.


About reading II

“Tap-tapping the keys and out come the words on this little screen, and who will read them I hardly know. I could be dead by the time anyone actually sees this, as dead as, say, Tolstoy. Or Shakespeare. Does it matter, when you read, if the person who wrote still lives? It sort of does, I think. If you read something by a living writer, you could, at least in theory, dash off a letter, establish a relationship maybe. I think a lot of readers feel this way. Some readers write to fictional characters as well, which is a little spookier.

But clearly I am not dead yet, although this could change at any moment, one reason why I’m writing this down. It’s a fact of writing that the writer never knows the fate of the text he’s grinding out, paper being good for so many uses other than displaying words in ordered array, nor are the tiny electromagnetic charges I am creating on this laptop machine immune to the insults of time. (…)”


Utdrag hentet fra The Book of Air and Shadows av Michael Gruber.


About reading I

“That moment when you remove a book’s dust jacket. Never really a reason for it, oftentimes more of an impulse, the book is sitting on the table, maybe it has been sitting there for some time already, maybe there was some frustration that demanded to be acted upon, the sense that there was no other way to get to know the book than this crude act of displacement, this activity of taking it apart.”



Forfatter ukjent. Utdraget er hentet fra samleboken “While we are asleep here, we are awake somewhere else, and thus every man is two men” (2013). Boken kjøpte jeg på en pop-up-bokhandel  i Oslo i 2014.

Illustrasjonsbilde hentet fra Flickr. Tittel: “1974 Watching My Name Go By – Mervyn Kurlansky & Jon Naar, essay by Norman Mailer”. Tatt av Carl Guderian.