What's not to like in this. Get out in the veg garden with earphones and go back in times with much details from earlier days when the press was different and race relations were different.
Faithful followers of my powerful reviews will be pleased to hear fine account on though-going greenie belief systems readily overlapping or morphing into religious thinking as evident fact of life, for good or bad.
The book is done in detached academic style and very well narrated.
Enjoyed how the reader would become skeptical-sounding when reciting some of the more florid dark green claims about the spiritual value of connection to nature, talking to trees for example to give one extreme.
I liked this because while it is good to be sympathetic in the subject matter I did not wish the book to come across as mere hippy hurrah crusade for nature religion, so the narrator pitched it just right in my opinion.
Wished to have more medical knowledge to better appreciate the content as Jones did not scrimp details;
Audio made impression of how uncertain medical matters can be, that was intended I believe.
The author/narrator has sense of humor to lighten the load.
Medicine made provoking and not simple-minded.
My faithful following will be shocked to see I not only paid for this piece of nonsense but also didn't return it in time. So be warned.
Supposedly there is torture wherein water slowly drip onto forehead driving the restrained victim insane. Well this audio experience to me is like being restrained under a faucet of stale beer pouring endlessly upon my thick head.
Maybe it is the reader, certainly a folly to read all that trumpery in such believing straight forward let me just read it aloud to hear sound of my own voice style. It could have been done as farce, or at least with a bit of sarcastic edge, that might be funny at least.
Maybe the translation was mess. Maybe the book itself, but Sartre has a good reputation doesn't he? Ah this is such a bad example of how to present philosophy.
Only a certain amount of jest can be gained from preoccupation with drug experience where the laughs tend to peter out, but there was definitely some writing talent shown at times, via authors observation, introspection, turn of phrase, directness, and yes of course from making jest of such lowered life,
though choosing substance use and abuse as one key subject makes jest come rather by default, as sitting ducks, shooting fish in a barrel, that kind of thing.
The story wasn't much, but the writing was better.
My followers might have fine time as much as I, for tis not particularly cerebral but rather personal and sympathetic look at life interests of Joyce giving the impression that he was quite a stoic.
The narrator had a sort of rhymthic stop-and-go reading style initially I wasn't much sure would be well-regarded over so many hours yet surprisingly found it easy on the ear overall.
I liked the concept of *pride system*, the emphasis on interpersonal reaction as vulnerable mind is waylaid by many and varied tricky tangents of self-ishness, the neurotic reaction or retreat.
Yes what is not to like with an historical look at gains over physical pain.
Suffering writ large would be a far too difficult multifaceted subject I would think to cover in 20 or so hours, so emphasis on physical pain makes for solid history.
And of course physical pain is more at a doctor or druggist's command nowadays, and so Dormandy glides through progress over time back in the day when one had to be tied to the bed during an operation, and further back than that, to put some perspective on matters.
Drugs galore covered. People testing them in trial and error mode. And it is soothing to think back now over all the types of pain relief mentioned.
Yes DHL has a way with emotional expression to be sure, and here in this novel is another example of how much he cares for deeper feeling and human love.
Quirky and even a little sexy without being prurient if that makes any sense. Actually I forget the story, maybe something about a girl not getting her man but not particularly worried about it? The writing style was the thing I liked. The political conditions of a city and sexual politics also.
Hard to listen to, as narrator attempting provisionally cute, wry, or quaint reading, to create an attitude, while I was longing for a straight-forward reading, to let the text itself do the work;
rather than hamming it up in a cloying narration style.
The narrator should have concentrated on clarity of speech and easy rhythm, in my opinion.
Nonetheless I don't wish to turn my followers off this version, as much listening satisfaction is down to personal taste.
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