When there is nothing to say, at least there is the distraction challenge. Which, incidentally, Herba has updated yesterday, too. Check HERE [in German].
8. Which audio book would you like RA to read
Naturally, like everyone else, I would like a piece of literature read by him that a) is reaaaaaaally long. b) It would be great if it had lots of different characters so he could apply his accent talent to the text. Although I am very much enjoying all the thrillers he has read so far, I would love for him to read a “literary” piece. No Dickens, please and thank you, though. However, I would really love to challenge him. Like, *proper* challenge. Something he has not done before – something that may not even “actable” but a book that requires a completely new approach for him. Yes, I know I am being mean, but my choice is… Finnegan’s Wake.
Sadly, it has been done for Audible already, and one of the two versions on offer by one of the greats of Irish theatre, Cyril Cusack. (Yes, that is “Mrs Thornton’s father.) Mind you, blasphemously I would love to hear this read by a non-Irish performer. After all, this Joycean piece transcends the boundaries of language (and thus nationality) so completely, it doesn’t matter if it isn’t read with an Irish accent.
Seriously, I think this would be ideal for Richard to literally cut his teeth.
In other news – I totally forgot to tell you, but picture this: Some scumbag tried to break into our house on Sunday night. Seriously, what an asshole. To actually try and burgle a house *at this time*. We only noticed it on Monday morning when Mr Guylty decided to oil the lock as it had been a bit stiff recently. Only then did he see that some of the wood from the actual door had splintered around the lock. We were very fortunate that the burglar failed to open the door, as Sunday evening we had been too lazy to go all the way down to the front door and lock it for the night. We usually always lock (because we have been burgled a couple of times already), but that night of all nights didn’t. Our 200-year-old door (and actually rather unsophisticated lock) have proven once again that they have been made of stronger stuff than the building materials of today. However, that burglar – may he rot in hell.
To counteract all this crap, I have been wearing my flower crown today. Totally forgot I was wearing it when I left the house to drop a letter in the mailbox opposite. Got compliments both from one of our neighbours as well as one of my son’s flatmates who happened to be outside. Immediately boosted my mood.
Over and out.