A wonderful tale that belies its age. Storytelling at its very best.
Davidson's mastery of his difficult craft always extracts the very best from every story he reads. In this instance, Kingsley's very English story deserves to be read by a competent reader of English - which Davidson certainly is. Not a single mis-step. Perfect pace. Every witty line delivered as intended. As good as it gets.
There may be book here, but I couldn?t get past the reader to hear it. Davidson?s narration is unbearably self-important and snobbish; his characterizations absurd caricatures. He may have his audience, but it does not include this fan of the Age of Sail.
"Westward Ho, Jeeves!"
The narrator's languid and urbane delivery is as completely at odds with the notion of a vibrant and daring tale of Elizabethan derring-do as can be imagined. It might be perfect for PG Wodehouse or Evelyn Waugh, but is completely miscast here. I gave up after about an hour. Very disappointing.
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