Listening to A Room with a View in the car during my commute, so 15 minutes here, 15 minutes there. It's a great listen just as it was a great read a long time ago, just as it was a great film. It's read by someone with a very fruity full British voice who obviously is enjoying himself. I had forgotten the social sin of Mr. Emerson when he mentioned a ladies STOMACH in polite company. I had also forgotten how very faithful to the text the movie was. I'm right before the fatal kiss above. Fifteen minute commute home ought to solve that.
I can only listen to audiobooks if the writing is very accessible and clear, with lots of speaking bits. I picked up John Banville's the Sea in the hopes of covering the Booker Prize winner without having to actually read it, but alas it's all description and beauty and----dare I say it---lyricism.
Lyricism is one of my largest pet peeves, any writer described as lyrical is a big stinker in my book (see God of Little Things which is filed right next to Eat Stink Pray Love in my Library of Shame), dream sequences in fiction is another as well as anything written completely in the vernacular or anything reviewed favorably by Salman Rushdie or ---come to think of it---anything written by Salman Rushdie....so when I saw Salman Rushdie's blurb on the back jacket of a Zadie Smith novel "Lyrical!" I knew I was really in for it! Other than that I love to read!
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