Hosseini, Khaled. The Kite Runner (Abridged). Audiobook: 200?

We announced our dislike of the novel at a gathering of friends yesterday, and such outrage! I think it was a factor of abridgement. I announced to N on the drive that if I was ever so lucky to have one of my books produced in audio format I would make a series of demands:
- I don't want to read it. This isn't just a factor of universal I Hate My Recorded Voice queasiness, but more a personal factor of my not liking acting or performance in general. To be forced in a studio to read, aloud, "'I said shut up!' he yelled"! No thank you. (Of course, another solution is just not to write shitty dialogue.)
- I get to choose who does read it. I mean, Ann Coulter or Carson Kressley reading something I wrote? No thank you.
- I don't want to edit the book for an abridgement. An abridged version is fine, I just don't want to have to be the one who decides what gets cut. I imagine this (and, well, all of these) is the job of an editor, and I probably wouldn't ever have to worry about it.
- No new sentences written by the editor. Like, say there's a paragraph that contains a necessary plot element but is long and maybe even overwritten (in my stuff? never!), words can be excised from said paragraph, but no new words can be inserted. No summary sentence can be composed to stand in its place. This is getting very nitpicky, but really, I don't want people reading a sentence I didn't write and attributing it to me.
All I know is, good timing, Khaled. Very good timing.
4 Comments:
I think you're actually a great performer. Equally super-awkward and rockstarry. I think it's the way you move your hand/arm at right angles. But I can see how that would not translate to audio.
Wait, I might mean "endearing" instead of "great."
I hold my hand/arm at right angles? Like Barbie does?
You did, in performance capacities. You may no longer. Check with Neal.
Also, to be clear, it was your upper arm perpendicular to your body, with your lower arm hanging straight down, and then flapping up or flinging itself outward every now and then.
Wait, so I walk like an Egyptian? Well now I'll never go on a stage again.
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