I was humbled by the reader's awareness of the piece and his ability to covey it. worth a hundred of my college courses on dickens. dickens ain't too shabby either of course.
Ralph. Tho as a kind of caricature of heros, Nick is pretty good too.
yes and neither. see above.
thanks to both my companions of many happy hours.
I was an English major and hadn't a clue when i read Trollope. Partly a problem of youth, no doubt. But a good reader always teaches me more about a novel than a lecture. Viva Timothy West!
Grantley's set to with his wife in their dressing chamber!
yes! they're all divinely inspired.
"Listen to West's reading!"
Thanks Trollope, thanks West, thanks Audible!
As to the story, for me it is a great one. Dickens was passionately committed to helping improve the plight of working people in his day. This story comes straight from that passion and from a genius for presenting a situation very powerfully without seeming to try hard.
As to the volume, I agree that the reader tends to vary it more than normal, and this is a problem for me because I have a hearing defect. Despite this fact, the reading is the best I've ever heard. To take one feature which astounds me, I could not find one instance where the reader put the stress on the wrong word in a phrase. I think that this quality in itself makes the reading an extraordinary accomplishment. And just the north of England accents are worth the price of admission.
both content and reader's interpretation
there were many of them. i liked Karain very much for its depiction of the main character.
the final scene in Karain.
the narrator, which is these stories really is Conrad because he was a part of the world he writes about in the stories.
i highly recommend this reader. he is quite different from my usual favorites -- he does not for example do dialog particularly well -- and at first i didn't like his style. but midway into the first story, i became fascinated with it. usually, a good reader creates something which is both himself or herself and the author's work. Kandinsky did not do that, but instead made me focus on the work itself, on Conrad's words. i felt at times as if while reading the stories, he was at the same time yelling, "look at them, the words, the text! how magnificent!" and making me see them in my mind's eye almost as if for the first time. (over a period of more than fifty years, i've read all of Conrad's stories, some of them many times.) it was this attitude of both enthusiasm and self-effacement which kept me listening to him.
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