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A review by aerdna
Glengarry Glen Ross by David Mamet
3.0
The Tragedy of the Hustle. Fast talkers, artful profanity, the hard sell. The solemnity of making a whole lot of money and then none at all. The dialogue is really where Mamet hits it out of the park. I don't think this is new ground, exactly, we all read Death of a Salesman in high school. But it's an interesting world to spend some time in.
This was a new experience for me. One of the delightful parts of living in Zürich and not New York City is being able to walk everywhere. Instead of cramming into a dirty/smelly/angry subway car for half an hour each morning, I walk to work along the bikepath next to the Sihl river, watching early morning swimmers and the fog drifting away over the water. This introduced a new "problem," however, on the days that I just couldn't put whatever book I was reading down. I ended up walking and reading a fair number of days, looking up occasionally to get my bearings and avoid errant bicyclists. I walked into a fair number of garbage cans. Finally I said enough is enough and downloaded a couple of audiobooks from the library.
The verdict? It is very nice to walk along to work listening to a good story. But it doesn't feel like "reading" a book. I don't engage with it at the same level. When reading I am often stopped short by those really good sentences, halted in my tracks momentarily while I let it sink in. Audiobooks just sort of wash over me pleasantly. It's hard to let yourself dig into the complexity of a line when you're waiting for the next one.
I think this wasn't the best audiobook starting experience. It was a little hard to keep all the characters straight- their voices were somewhat similar to me, famous or not.
This was a new experience for me. One of the delightful parts of living in Zürich and not New York City is being able to walk everywhere. Instead of cramming into a dirty/smelly/angry subway car for half an hour each morning, I walk to work along the bikepath next to the Sihl river, watching early morning swimmers and the fog drifting away over the water. This introduced a new "problem," however, on the days that I just couldn't put whatever book I was reading down. I ended up walking and reading a fair number of days, looking up occasionally to get my bearings and avoid errant bicyclists. I walked into a fair number of garbage cans. Finally I said enough is enough and downloaded a couple of audiobooks from the library.
The verdict? It is very nice to walk along to work listening to a good story. But it doesn't feel like "reading" a book. I don't engage with it at the same level. When reading I am often stopped short by those really good sentences, halted in my tracks momentarily while I let it sink in. Audiobooks just sort of wash over me pleasantly. It's hard to let yourself dig into the complexity of a line when you're waiting for the next one.
I think this wasn't the best audiobook starting experience. It was a little hard to keep all the characters straight- their voices were somewhat similar to me, famous or not.