A few years ago, I listened to my first audio books when I took a solo road trip. Bossypants was excellent, yet Code Name Verity was not as excellent from an audio book standpoint (more on that later) and I haven't really picked them up since. At the time, I thought my only opportunity to really listen was in the car without kids. Now that they're both in school, that's changed somewhat, and I also came to the realization that I can listen while grocery shopping, while doing dishes, laundry, etc. just like I do with podcasts. Specifically, the beautiful and literary feeling S-Town really convinced me to give the medium another go.
However, my dilemma with audio books is that I have a proclivity for leaving things to my imagination. For example, I want my kids to read Harry Potter books before they see the movies because I believe it's important to first have the experience of conjuring Rowling's amazing world for yourself. This is going along just fine with my older child, and hopefully my younger one will be on board. It's the same with movies - if there's a book involved that I'm interested in reading, I probably won't see the film until after I've read the original work (like Brooklyn).
Now, I absolutely respect opposing viewpoints on this one! My husband claims the opposite and actually saw the Harry Potter movies first - GASP. He says that it enhanced the reading experience and that there's still quite a bit of engaging your imagination muscles, even if you have some preconceived visuals. (Another side note, my husband is in the audio books are 'cheating' camp, and I am not - here's some science on that. But, again, you do you!) When it comes to audio books, though, I'm afraid that the narration an actor brings to the book will place a voice in my head that I didn't conjure for myself, and... That bothers me.
Also, as was the case with Code Name Verity, major visual plot points can be missed in an audio book. I certainly don't want to spoil what ended up being a wonderful story - suffice it to say that I switched to the print version half way through and thankfully had the print in front of me. If you've read it, you know of what I speak.
So! I initially solved this dilemma by starting with memoirs read by the author. (I am curious if there are indeed any memoirs NOT read by the author out there, which would be weird...) I already thoroughly enjoyed Bossypants and listening to many of David Sedaris' stories on various NPR podcasts - I figured this was a no-brainer. Alas, I didn't love Jenny Lawson's book, nor Ariel Levy's. The more I thought about it, other than Bossypants, I really don't gravitate towards memoir.
So! I caved to some fiction with Lincoln in the Bardo since the buzz around this book really seems centered around the audio version, and I could listen to Nick Offerman read the phone book. Thank goodness, because now that I've finished it... I would say that the phone book might have been as stimulating to me. Is it a novel? Is it a play? Is it an annotated history book with some maudlin storytelling thrown in? Is it esoteric poetry for Civil War enthusiasts? I paged through the print version at the library the other day and I'm glad I listened to it, because the way it is written is rather like a screenplay and there are over 164 characters. There's no way I would have picked it up. Or if I had, I wouldn't have finished it, as I did with the audio. The dramatization of the (164!) characters helped me keep them straight, to a degree. There is a great deal of quoted material, and it felt like pages upon pages of a boring history book, with all sorts of completely useless bits: the conflicting weather reports on the day of the party at the Lincoln home, the weather the day of Willy's funeral, the color of Lincoln's eyes (how many ways can people say grey-brown? A LOT.), commentary on Lincoln's appearance (so many ways to convey: ugly) and his demeanor (which belied said ugliness). There were so many pages dedicated to outside sources, I wonder what would have been left standing of this noveI without them. As for the fiction, it felt meandering and lacked any kind of real plot or urgency until the very end, which was indeed poignant and captivating. I concede that I also loved the character development of Bevans and Vollman, as well as the thought provoking way in which the dead affected Lincoln. Yet none of this was enough for me to actually like the book overall. If atmospheric, introspective and cerebral are your jam? This is the book for you! For a lovely, haunting and ENGAGING novel about the afterlife, I would recommend The Brief History of the Dead by Kevin Brockmeier.
So! Now I am not sure where to turn. I know Lincoln in the Bardo is not a typical novel, so I am not ruling fiction out completely. Maybe I should give some thrillers or mystery a try, since I don't usually gravitate towards the genre in print and wouldn't read them otherwise? Still, I think I can continue down the memoir path, and just keep ticking off all the titles I've meant to read over the years. I have started The Glass Castle and so far, SO GOOD! Maybe I need to steer away from the comedic and focus on backlist memoirs with a proven track record. I also might try Erik Larson on audio. The Devil in the White City is one of my favorite books, and I've been meaning to read more of Larson's work. If anyone has listened to Dead Wake or In the Garden of Beasts, let me know! This is the part where, if you've read this far, you give me your favorite audiobook titles that aren't literary fiction: HELP.