Last night I enjoyed another installation of the Liars League NYC reading series. It’s a gloriously simple concept: writers submit their work according to a theme, the Liars curate the selections, and they’re read aloud by actors once a month at KGB Bar in the East Village. The room is small, so everyone there is listening closely; there’s little worry that loud talkers will interrupt. The bar staff knows how to serve drinks discreetly (they’re listening too!) and since all the actors and writers bring a posse, it’s good news for their nightly receipts. A few months ago I participated in one of the readings as an actor, which was a lovely experience. But honestly it was almost lovelier to attend as an audience member: how often do you get to sit on a bar stool with a G&T in your hand, with no responsibility other than listening? Sometimes it’s really nice to be read to.