G Naoma R

The man who murdered F. Scott Fitzgerald

Revisado: 07-31-19

The narrator drones on and on in near monotone. His diction is sloppy, he mumbles, fumbles, and trips over half the words he reads, and sounds as if he’s trying (and failing) to hide some strong American dialect underneath a sloppy, midwestern news anchor’s supposed “lack of accent,” resulting in a somewhat unpleasant mush of English language.
It’s reminiscent of listening to high school students reading aloud in class, minus the embarrassed reluctance.
The narrator manages to mispronounce far too many of the words for my comfort. He also clearly doesn’t entirely understand the period’s definitions of many of the words, or most of the idioms, used in the story. I get the impression he’s never read, or at least never properly understood any literary works produced prior to 1980.
The whole thing feels a bit like someone pulled a random man off the street and offered him $50 to read into a microphone for a few hours.
I’m only on chapter three, struggling to stay awake, and feeling slightly grumpy after a couple of hours of Mr. Wohlert’s monotonous and inept narration of Fitzgerald. I’m not sure I’ll be able finish this one.

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