The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible (Vladimir Nabokov)
I start a new job next week. It’s just a three-month contract, but the big downside for me is that the office is about two miles from home. What, you may ask, is the problem with that? I’m sure many of you would kill to have a commute that short.
Well, I guess you don’t listen to audiobooks. Continue reading “The Perverse Life of the Audiobook Listener”
Even before I bought my Kindle, I had adopted another post-modern way of consuming the written word. That would be the audio book, formerly known as “books on tape,” back when we had something called a “cassette player” in our cars (kids, you can ask your grandparents about that one).