Written by Charles Portis. Read by Donna Tartt
I'm a couple of days behind on the buddy read but when I saw all your
comments, I knew that I just had to revisit the story -- and maybe even
the movie, if I can find the John Wayne version on Netflix or Amazon.
This is one of the few books where I have seen the movie and read the
book and am not complaining about the adaptation. Maybe because it was
40 years between seeing the movie and then reading the novel.
I don't tend to be a "deep" reader. Either I like a book or I don't
and when I don't, I can't always tell you why -- nor am bothered by the
fact that I can't necessarily justify my dislike. Which made it very
strange that I kept asking myself if old Mattie Ross was a reliable
narrator. Was her memory of events reliable? Is this really the way it
happened? Or has the trauma of the events along with 25 years or more
since the events have taken place scrambled her memory of what took
place -- and keeping in mind that what we now understand about trauma
and memory. I am still trying to decide.
I did enjoy the choice of narrator. Authors don't normally make good
narrators but, wow, this author is an exception to the rule. Listening
to Ms. Tartt, who was born and bred in Mississippi, do deep south is
like listening to Matt Damon do Boston-Southie -- pitch-perfect and
totally at home with the accent even though it is not their normal
speaking voice.
Originally published on 1:58 am 22 April 2020 Booklikes