I confess. I liked it. I wasn't so drawn in at first, but it grew on me as I listened. I think the reader's voice may come across too cheerfully? I'm not quite sure how to characterize it. She was consistent though, and pulled some nice tonal inflections which did add to the storytelling, especially near the end.
I can't locate my notes, which is kindof a bummer, so I can only report the line I remember:
I agree.
"The law laid down who would be loved, how, and how much." I recently finished listening to The God of Small Things on audiotape, so I missed the "stylistic tricks [such] as capitalizing Significant Words and runningtogether other words." I've also been reading Snow, at a significantly slowed-down pace since the advent of the spring semester: "How much can we ever know about the love and pain in another's heart?" (259).
I found both foreign in certain ways. It turns out I had an abridged version of Roy, and Pamuk's novel is translated from the original Turkish. Perhaps it is worldview, sensibility, perception - so shaped am I by faux middle-class anglo-americanness. Perhaps it is content: "What was the difference between love and the agony of waiting?" (Pamuk, 247). There is "a time when the unthinkable becomes thinkable and the impossible happens" (Roy).
