I haven’t really posted very much about books—which, you’re probably thinking, might have been the obvious topic of choice. The truth is, I barely find time to write my own books, let alone write about books by others. For a number of reasons, I have no plans ever to write a review (of any sort—book or otherwise), but I don’t mind sharing things that I like. Alan Cumming’s Not My Father’s Son, is a powerful book, beautifully written. However, I read it on my Kindle, when I really should have listened to the audiobook—read by him. So now I will make up for my error by listening to him read a novelized version of Macbeth. (I just love listening to him.)
I’ve begun work on my first audiobook. Highland Passage will be released in audiobook format this spring. More details will follow as we get closer to the projected April release date.
The publication of Gustave Flaubert’s “Madame Bovary” in 1857 and of Émile Zola’s “Thérèse Raquin” 10 years later roused the French literary establishment against two previously unknown authors who had gone beyond the bounds of all that was held to be morally admissible in fiction with their portraits of adulterous women starved by marriage of sex and romance. The state prosecuted Flaubert for gross indecency, despite the terrible punishment he metes out to his wayward heroine. Zola was not subjected to the same ordeal, but critics treated him as a rogue purveying smut in the name of realism. Both novels have appeared in countless editions since the 19th century. Both have been adapted to the screen. Now they are available as audiobooks, read by two gifted English actresses: “Madame Bovary” by Juliet Stevenson and “Thérèse Raquin” by Kate Winslet.