I have been listening, at night, to the audio versions of Alexandra Fuller‘s books, Don’t Let’s Go to the Dogs Tonight and Scribbling the Cat: Travels with an African Soldier. I’ll come suddenly awake at three thirty to hear Lisette Lecat’s clear, dispassionate voice describing some horror, or something hilarious, or a mordant combination.
Because I fall in and out of sleep, I can’t say — yet — that I’ve read all of either book. I’ve heard certain scenes several times, and I know I’ve missed large sections. Obviously, it’s not the ideal way to read, and obviously, I intend to read both in full. But there’s something especially haunting and effective about hearing this kind of narrative while you’re in the dark, on the edge of unconsciousness. There’s less that comes between you and the story.
literaticatSeptember 10, 2006 at 7:32 pm
God, I loved both of those books. In their paper form, though, but I’m sure they’re good on audio as well.
thisisnotanljSeptember 10, 2006 at 7:47 pm
they are pretty damn stunning. audible.com has good-sized samples from each.
le_filmSeptember 10, 2006 at 8:21 pm
I’ve never understood the “don’t let’s” thing…It always sounds wrong to me.
kathmuseSeptember 10, 2006 at 9:38 pm
I listen to audio all the time to get to sleep. A really good one is I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings, read by the author.
bridgeweaverSeptember 11, 2006 at 3:25 am
I’ve had some similarly affecting expriences of the sort, most recently while reading Mary Doria Russell’s two-book series about the Jesuits and first contact, which is disturbing in its own right, but even more so when filtered through a three-quarters asleep brain.