Donald Barthelme is one of those writers whose texts are dense to a degree that they're almost impenetrable for me (maybe I'm what's really dense). But because the language is so rich, the need to understand all of what's going on just kind of spits from the equation.
I'd never heard Barthelme's stories read aloud until I started subscribing to the New Yorker podcast. Hearing them rather than reading them may be the key to gaining a more severe appreciation for Barthelme. Even if you still don't really get it, the language opens up even wider when someone else takes over latching the words together.
This is taken from one of those New Yorker podcasts. It's read by Chris Adrian.
I'd never heard Barthelme's stories read aloud until I started subscribing to the New Yorker podcast. Hearing them rather than reading them may be the key to gaining a more severe appreciation for Barthelme. Even if you still don't really get it, the language opens up even wider when someone else takes over latching the words together.
This is taken from one of those New Yorker podcasts. It's read by Chris Adrian.
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