ANYONE!! He is a horrible reader and his voice does not fit for this story. I had to stop listening to it and go read it because I couldn't stand his book. In 4 years and all the books I've listened to I have never stopped listening bc of the narrator.
The print version is beautiful. The book is poetry as plot and lyrics as dialogue. The only enhancement the audio brings is Michael Cunningham's heartbreak he feels for the characters he's created coming up. When a character hurts, he feels it. Not because he's a good actor, but because he's a good writer and you know that he's writing his own story with their words.
In a really out there way, The Game of Thrones series. I enjoy all the the point of view character's overlapping and interacting in each other's lives. Not to say that this book has anything in common with Game of Thrones.
He's hangs in his words a little too much. He reads them too you as if they're poetry. I listened to the whole book at time and a half because he would seem to pause heavily at every punctuation, at each sigh. Its beautiful at first, but the melancholy shifts from artful to irritating.
You could literally point to any fucking chapter and I would sob so I don't know what you want from me here.
The part about unrequited queer love?
The part about abandonment?
The fear of the unknown.
The fear of being unloved.
The misogyny and homophobia that lead to Virgina's depression and her death.
Listen to it twice.
Yes. I read/listened to it for a course in English Literature and I enjoyed the experience.
If required for a class, absolutely. On my own, probably not.
Completely objectively, I liked it well enough. He has a pleasant voice that does not grate the nerves like some other male narrators have.
No, but I would like to see the movie sometime.
I know the book was inspired by or based on Virginia Woolf's Mrs. Dalloway, and I felt the connections are too forced in some places. Often, the parallels seem contrived. Some (like the yellow roses) were a pleasant surprise that I didn't pick up on until class discussions.
If you are not familiar with Virginia Woolf or her most famous work 'Mrs Dalloway' this piece may be confusing. If you are familiar with the outline of Virginia Woolf's life and writings, specifically her masterwork "Dalloway" - you will find this book interesting, enjoyable - a puzzle. Many of the reviews were negative regarding the author - Cunningham - reading the piece, as he is not a professional audiobook reader. I thought this would be off-putting initially - he has distinct New York accent to me, but in truth, his reading lent emphasis in an important way. To me, his reading matched the style of this particular book, in a way that made the presentation more harmonious.I did not think I would like it, but found I did like it very much.
This book is like a deep and delicate dive at another persons mind, including the increased dimensions of small and aparently insignificant events inside depressive minds. I feel more comprehensive about others perceptions after reading that
The movie was wonderful, the book was wonderful, the audio book was wonderful, this is my all time favorite book - movie.
I wasn't thrilled with the film and I was less thrilled with the book. As far as I am concerned, most of the characters in this book needed significant psychological help. To be so unsure of oneself, so depressed is a tragedy. Are there so many functioning people out there like this, breeding children? Too dark a story for me.
But worse than the story was the narration. The author hesitated every third word, in the weirdest places. It was terribly distracting. Made the story even more painful to experience.
I've listened to so many books and this narration is one of the worst I've heard. Believe what everyone says: It's terrible. It's unbelievable how Cunningham doesn't even understand the cadence of his own prose. It's like he doesn't even understand the beauty of his own words and sentences. I wish I hadn't wasted a credit on this book. I would rather have read it than listened to Cunningham butcher his own prose.