We had a snow/ice day earlier this week. I always view these bonus days as the perfect opportunity to take on a “project.” You know, projects like Dinah’s kitchen drawer, things that would make Miss Ophelia proud.
The disaster area of choice this time was our game and puzzle closet, and I was going to need some sort of fortification or mental stimulation to take on this task. My weapon of choice:
Surprising, right? I have done pretty much nothing but complain about Henry James since the beginning of this month, and yet I chose him as my companion while facing this horrendously mundane sorting nightmare. What was I thinking? I’ll tell you: I was thinking that it couldn’t get any worse.
Also, if I could knock off some pages by means of audiobook, that would improve the dismal chapter-a-day average I was barely managing to eek out. So, I put on the lovely voice of Wanda McCaddon and started separating Uno Attack from Cars Uno and plain ol’ Uno.
As the stacks of cards, dice, and meeples grew, I found time flying. I even began to regularly smile. It turns out that The Portrait of a Lady makes a fairly decent read-aloud.
I suppose there are a couple of factors at play here. The first is that the sweet sound of words replaces the text stretching endlessly for pages without the slightest hint of white space. I don’t know why paragraphs are so important to me, but they are.
The second, is that when read by a skilled orator, the somewhat laborious descriptions of people and places come off as interesting details delivered with clever and witty poignancy.
So, although never-played games and puzzles missing more than 75% of their pieces are no longer present in our home, I think I may look for some more opportunities to throw down the needle on the old Henry James album. Who knows, I might survive this novel, yet.