Can't say I actually loved anything in particular but I did like the recreation of the 60's and beyond music scene from someone who managed to stay aware enough to obviously recall most of it.
I thought the serendipity of meeting the Everly Brothers on the street in England and talking with them after seeing them perform was intriguing. I guess that could never happen today with an aspiring musician and their heroes.
It was nice hearing his actual enthusiasm when reading some anecdote that appeared to really touch him in some way.
Wild Tales: A Rock and Roll LIfe
Relive the crazy, incredible fun without further damaging your liver!
I could have used fewer political advocations.
Researched; Personal; Gripping
Ms.Gilbert does read with enthusiasm.
I appreciated that Mr. Matzen fleshed out some peripheral players in the lives of Lombard and also Gable.
I've always felt I knew Carole; now I feel I know her better.
The descriptive character building.
It's a road trip without the car.
Well, what American doesn't love a British accent?
Harold, at the end of his trip.
If you needed to re-think your artistic endeavors, it would be recommended.
It might get you to pick up your paintbrush again.
The rich detailing of everyday life and capturing the essence of living in Henry's era really made the story as fully fleshed as Henry eventually became. You felt that Margaret George had been there and had supper with Henry many times, or could have been someone in his court.
I loved the voice… the human (and often petty) qualities that Margaret George gave Henry.
I loved his performance. He could give even the feminine characters a believable quality without seeming forced or stilted.
It did transport me back in time.
The author brought the era to life and did not rely on stereotypes from your typical school history books.
Hmmmnnn. Maybe. This had enough going on so that I listened to it all but there were times that I was working too hard to learn some element or aspect of the character in order to care about the character(s). And sadly, when I did learn something, it really wasn't all that sympathetic to the character. I thought Ms. Verson a good reader, especially for the narrator's personality.
This is my first book by DiSclafani.
I enjoyed any explication involving the horses but the horses were not really a main point in the plot, except that the riding camp/horses fit into the main character's personal likes/talents.
Probably not. I'd had to give away some pertinent plot points to explain why but I can just say that the pivots that turn the plot are fairly non-relative to most peoples' lives and therefore sort of distant and unreachable.
I give kudos to anyone who finishes writing a novel. And points to DiSclafani for writing from the viewpoint of a teenage girl. I might give another book a try. But it will have to have some elements of day-to-day life which don't reach so far into the periphery of the weird and untypical.
I would recommend it to others but I seldom listen to or read a book twice.
The Rinpoche. He was fully realized and quite believable as a wise and transcendent practitioner of the buddhist philosophy.
I really liked his personalization of his accent/voice for Rinpoche.
I liked the conclusion. It made sense.
It's a fun listen and also would make a great beach read or road trip listen.
I'd place it about a third-of-the way down the reading list.
Some of the protagonists needed a forgivable flaw or too, perhaps.
Probably the end, of course.
No, but I am somewhat immovable when it comes to listening to books. It has to be a whopper of a story line to get me to really dive into being moved.
This is a good enough read.... maybe a beach or rainy day read.
Highly recommended. The writing gives multi-faceted layers to the characters. You have to know enough intimacies about the lead actors to care about their fates. Wecker does this very well.
Well, that's a coin toss between the Golem and the Jenni.
No, I haven't listened to George Guidall before. But in this reading, he admirably colors the voices with just the right tinge of an accent -- and most Americans (thanks to Hollywood,) expect their foreign born characters to have an certain lilt to their English. (Even when, in the story line, they are supposed to be speaking their native language, it sorta has to be read with the accent to give the English reading a little more flavor and to keep the environment at an appropriate level of the exotic. George Guidall does this really well.) Mr. Guidall also reads the women's parts without the simper that some male narrators seem to lean on in order to distinguish the feminine voices.
This book didn't automatically engage me on that level. That is not a fault, however.
Isaac Beshevis Singer would have enjoyed reading this book, I think.
This was a nice review of certain early to mid-century architectural style(s) and theory.
If you need to freshen your memory of things learned in Art History 101, this is the ticket in the architectural field.
Mr. Wolfe did what he proposed. That being an articulation of just how the minimalist idea in the architectural canon evolved.
Well, no characters here, but Mr. McKee did a nice job reading the text.
(Ah HA!! I see that Audible needs to apply some editing their questions when reviewing nonfiction! This is an essay, pretty much, not a fictionalized account of architectural stylizers.)
But OK... I'm game!
If Mr. Wolfe wanted to have a movie made of the evolution of intellectualization of the human habitat from dirt floors and burlap curtains to the glass box of the 20th century, he could introduce into a work of fiction an immortal who lives on one square acre of ground for about 12,000 years and has to undergo a thousand renovations of his habitat.
Anyone who has ever been inflicted with of a renovation of the tiniest kitchen or a measly bathroom knows that this leads to madness. So, instead of a vampire or wolf-human that lives forever, we could have, as our protagonist, a common man driven insane not only by the intellectuals who dictate fashion at the expense of comfort but also a man driven to suicide by the endless torture of construction never finished. Sort of like what happens in any actual renovation.
Of course, being immortal, the man cannot chose to end his suffering at his own hand because, well, he's immortal and must endure until he is finally encased in a glassy, soulless, boxed tower .
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