Lucy Honeychurch and her older cousin, Miss Bartlett, tour Italy in the springtime. However, the pension they are staying at may as well be in London. The proprietress speaks a London cockney, the meat is overdone, and their windows give them a view of dirty alleys. However, when the socially clumsy Mr. Emerson offer to exchange rooms, this does anything but remedy the situation. You see, nobody knows what to make of the Emersons. It's so hard to know how to respond to people who speak the truth.
Public Domain (P)2011 B.J. Harrison
The narration was most the difficult part. very theatrical, and while I realize that the stuffy high class nature of some characters calls for a different tone, it was a bit over acted. it also seemed like the same voice changing for male and female and this was distracting.
great book. lovely story
E. M. Forster is a master in his craft. This is a perfectly written novel-a love story. It did begin slowly for me; but I guess I was a bit impatient. Forster uses the characters to drive the plot forward using the omniscient perspective. The characters are presented through their action and dialogue, and some internal reflection. This is not a novel style heavy with narrative and author interruption, which is the preferred style of the modern novel. (See, Forster's book on writing a novel) The dialogue is natural and the characters are round and sympathetic of that time period. It is a joy to read a good story and good writing. The only qualm I have is that my Kindle version did not sync with the Audible in parts. The narrator's performance was well done and was a good accompaniment to my reading, adding texture and entertainment.
This is a favorite book of mine, but I simply cannot listen to this audiobook. Sadly, this is the only version that syncs to Kindle. So many other great versions are available here. I have the Frederick Davidson version, and several other stories read by Juliet Stevenson. Both are excellent narrators.
"A bit disappointing"
I found the story marred by rather dull narration and an oddly-unidentifiable accent. The reader's accent seems to swim a bit between English, American, a touch of Irish and was that also Canadian?
I want my English classics read with a pure English accent! Like the stunning Nadia May!
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