I enjoyed the story and its premise; however Treat Williams was a huge disappointment, using a very dry sing-song voice. I would have thought an actor would do a better job. I was however very engaged in the female readers stories.
i thought this was a nice mix of true art, and the lines some meet, with mental breakdown. blurring the lines of the fiction we make and what we chose the believe or act on. All the characters matter in this novel.
whew...i listened for hours and hours and finally give up in the last ninety minutes. a long run for what was becoming a short jump. treat williams reads every sentence with the same "melody", very sing-song. basically, the book should have been half as long...and i don't know if it would have been worth it even then.
Do not expect any similarity to Kostova's first novel. This one is intriguing initially, with the time shifts between current day, and late 19th Century France. The narrators do a good job of presenting the nuances of very finely "drawn" characters. However, as with too many notes in music, too many words, too many flashbacks, too many unresolved questions...all create a feeling of disappointment and a gradual wearing down of interest, to the point that I just finally gave up two thirds of the way through. Maybe I'll go back to it in a few months and finish, because I do love Elizabeth's writing style.
I enjoyed The Historian and was waiting for the next Kostova book. I've been stuck in part 1 and am giving up. I just don't care about anyone in this book.
And allow for double the listening time because you will be constantly falling asleep... most especially throughout Treat Williams' readings. I don't place the whole blame on Treat Williams; Anne Heche was shrill (I get it - her character was shrill - but it was still very annoying). Finally, and ultimately, I don't think the greatest narrator could have saved this slow and tedious book.
This book was full of it's self and tedious. There was no point to reading it. Much of it was written in letters which no one would write to a stranger. It was an art history lesson written as fiction - yuk!