Monday, June 1, 2009
Toni Morrison reading her own books on cd
Please, Aunt Toni, stop reading your own work on cd. Let someone else do it.
I love to bring you along on road trips. You make a traffic jam far less painful through a strange inverse relationship between lower road rage corresponding to lengthier descriptions of slavery and child abuse.
But please, no more reading your own work. The lip-smacking noises every time you took a breath during Beloved were really nasty and I couldn't finish my bag of chicharrones. Maybe that's a good thing.
Imagine what you sound like... your hoarse and breathy voice like a seventy year old Tori Amos... your unnecessary prologues... "In the town, there is a street. On the street, there is a house. In the house, there lives a family. And in this family... there is incest."
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