The n+1 literary magazine’s blog features a wonderful reflection on all things audiobook in this February 9 post, written by Maggie Gram. What audiobooker hasn’t experienced something just like this:
At the end of the book, when the novel breaks the fourth wall and transforms the narrator into a character in the genealogical story (“The baby boy, six weeks old, was me“), I actually gasped out loud. I hadn’t known that was going to happen; when you’re listening to an audio book you don’t read the back cover and you can’t glance down at a chapter’s last line. Then I cried, running down the hill by the Vanderbilt playground, stupid tears over the closeness of history.
Do yourself a favor and read the entire lengthy blog post – a lovely valentine to audiobooks!