Sunday 10 August 2014

Bookmarked: Call Me Ishmael

Remember that crazy, indescribable feeling that you experience when you've just finished reading the last page of a book? That feeling when you cannot wait to tap your friend on his/her shoulder and say, "Oh, you absolutely must read this book!"   Books are a necessity for the soul, I believe. There is some overpowering sense of magic that exists in them. The magic of touring our fingers across the book's spine; in opening the first page and reading the first line; of living with the characters and imagining ourselves to be like those characters; of escaping our world and existing in another one, just for a while. And sometimes, just finding ourselves in those pages and smiling while sipping on a cup of masala chai.

Call Me Ishmael is a website that is a quasi-book club which also functions as a repository of beautiful human stories and experiences. It invites anonymous people [bibliophiles like you and me] to call from random parts of the world and narrate an experience about a book they read that changed their lives. The callers are nameless, yet all of them share that remarkable bond of treasuring books and keeping them close to their heart. Every day, Call Me Ishmael handpicks one voicemail, transcribes it and sends it out to the universe, for souls like us to listen to. 

To me, each voicemail is like a billet-doux dedicated to the unceasingly imaginative and phenomenal world of literature. These letters exist, I believe, to inspire us...to the extent that, in some strange, inexplicable way, there is always something that hits a chord within and I always have something to take away after I've finished listening to an experience. My favourite is the one on The Diary of Anne Frank, and I think that a lot of people are inspired to survive in this terrifying world through the books they've read. 

I managed to reach out to Logan Smalley, a TED fellow who is the Director at Call Me Ishmael. Thankfully, he was ready to give me his time of day, so I picked his brain about the inspiration behind this simple, yet beautiful idea. 

What sparked, Call Me Ishmael?
Call Me Ishmael actually has a somewhat bohemian origin story. At a pub in the West Village in New York City, some friends and I were discussing books and websites we love over beers. We were riffing on an idea about creating a blog named, Call Me Ishmael, and thought: what if Ishmael had a cell phone? We launched the site six months later. 

"Call Me Ishmael" is the opening sentence of Moby Dick by Herman Melville. We have, of course, taken a bit of liberty to re-imagine that line as more of an invitation to pick up a telephone than a mysterious start to a Great American Novel. At his core, Ishmael is the perfect narrator. He's open-minded, has a constantly evolving view of the world and doesn't judge the characters and stories that unfold before him in Moby Dick. Likewise, our Ishmael (or at least, his cell phone) isn't a critic of the calls and stories he receives, but a curious observer and collector. The CMI team is also fascinated with the lore of Moby Dick, so yes, if you spy a stray wale tail, it's in homage to that great book! 

Many callers use Call Me Ishmael as a medium to share their feelings, narrate their darkest secrets or talk about a life-changing moment. Do you believe this project is therapeutic in some way?
Sometimes the best therapy in the world is simply to say something out loud. However, it can be very difficult to share secrets with friends, family or people who see you on a regular basis. Call Me Ishmael is anonymous, so there is a freedom to say things that might otherwise be very difficult to communicate.

How do you curate the posts? What draws you to a particular voicemail?
Our favourite calls are the ones that tell a very specific story about a book. We get tons of enthusiastic, intelligent, funny calls that review or summarize books, and those are amazing too, but what our listeners are really drawn towards are the calls that tell one unique story that no one else in the world has experienced. We like calls that answer questions like: How did you come to own your copy of the book? Were you in a public place when a book was so powerful that it made you embarrassingly burst into tears? One of the best examples is a caller who loved a book of poetry so much that she decided to read it out loud to the trees in a public park.

How many calls do you receive on a daily basis? Have there been instances where the callers have returned?
Our call volume varies; on slower days we average about 25 calls, but when one of our favourite authors shared the site with his Facebook fans, we got over 400 voicemails within an hour of the post. All calls are anonymous, so it's tricky to tell for sure if the same storytellers are returning to talk about different books, but readers have repeatedly asked if they, "can call back again?" The answer, of course, is yes. 

Where all have the readers called from?
We've added stories from all over the world to our library of calls. Everywhere from Ecuador to the UK to the Philippines. None from India yet, though, we'd love some of your readers to be the first!

Lastly, where do you see this project heading? Do you intend on compiling these letters and publish them in a book?
In the coming weeks, we will be launching a new program that inspires our community to call in about specific themes, authors or books. We've been imagining how Call Me Ishmael could use technology to reinvent book clubs. In a way, a book of the typed transcripts is always in the works. We just haven't bound them, yet. The typed pages are currently scattered all around my walls and living room, like a bookish version of A Beautiful Mind

If you have a story to share about a fantastic book that you just read, you know who to call

{books, Call Me Ishmael, narratives, stories, voicemails, anonymous}

Friday 1 August 2014

Notes from a Diary

Sometimes we sleep open-eyed, thinking of what is to come, or what may have been. Sometimes we listen to the words of a poet and fall in love with him unknowingly--not because of who he is, but what he thinks. Sometimes we fall like torn out pages from a book of an unforgiving author. And we lie on the ground, crumpled, abandoned, silent, yet unfinished. Sometimes, we build our worlds around the past and live in the moments that have gone by, loving lovers who are now ghosts. And when we have finally assembled our memories and tied them neatly in a bow, when we have mustered the courage to become citizens of the present--we realize that we've become too old to fall in love again.