NP - Cloud Atlas

[Bekah]

At 8:59 PM -0700 7/12/05, Keith McMullen wrote:
>Takes me back to childhood, my grandfather reading Finnegans Wake to 
>me at bedtime in the southern Illinois farmhouse.
>
>On Jul 12, 2005, at 7:30 PM, Bekah wrote:
>It was the dialect in print (Sloosha's Crossing, pg 239) that 
>finally messed me up.  I enjoyed a couple of the chapters to that 
>point but 60 pages of:
>
>  "Old Georgie's path an' mine crossed more times'n I'm comfy 
>mem'ryin' an' after I'm died, no sayin' what that fangy devil won't 
>try an do to me ... so gimme some mutton an' I'll tell you 'bout our 
>first meetin'.  A fat joocesome slice, nay, none o' your burnt 
>wafery off'rin's. "

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Sometimes hearing it out loud adds a lot.  I ought to try that with 
FW.  (g)  Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston, a 
totally beautiful book,  was staggeringly so when read aloud.

Bek