Unabridged Audiobook
I did not enjoy this reading at all. The narrator, “Expatriate from Bangor, Maine,” imparts to nearly every sentence the exact same inflections and intonations, as if all those thousands of sentences are exactly equal in importance or are equally revelatory and surprising to the reader. They aren’t. Yes, Proust’s sentences are long and probably hard to read well out loud, but if one imparts the same melody and emotional pitch to nearly all of them, the effect is droning and annoying. I made it through four of the sixteen hours. I kept hoping he’d abandon this repetitive, one-style-fits-all reading. Unfortunately he didn’t.
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