For a kid who’s not even two, our Henners certainly has a voice. His habit of saying ‘mommyeeeee’ or ‘daddyeeeeee’ repeatedly, insistently, usually for no reason whatsoever, takes me back on a daily basis to the movie ‘Forget Paris’. Debra Winger’s dad lives with them, and one clip shows him fixating upon a Toyota advertisement, saying: ‘you asked for it, you got it…Toyota.’ Over and over, in this terrible nasal voice, that would have driven Mother Theresa insane.
We were sitting in church a few weeks ago when Jason turned to me, deep in thought. I was under the impression he was going to share some profound insight with me. Instead he said, ‘how does she make her voice sound like a recorder?’ In reference to one of the female singers’ harmonies. If his observation hadn’t been remarkably accurate, I would have been really annoyed with him. Is the man incapable of having a deep thought?
But it’s true, I suppose that a voice can make or break a person. Whenever we go on a roadtrip, we usually procure a book on tape from the library. Several trips ago, I got Anne Lamott’s ‘Plan B: Further Thoughts on Faith.’ Jason was so bothered by her voice that he couldn’t listen to the whole thing and I had to finish it alone. Apparently he’s okay with reading her books, he just doesn’t want to hear her reading them.
David Sedaris, on the other hand; the man could read a washing machine manual and we’d probably laugh. All he has to say is ‘I mean, really‘ and it’s funny: the mixture of paranoia, uptight voice, and odd expressions. Unlike Mr. Michael Ondaatje.
In an effort to force myself to read (aka expand my horizons beyond pathetic Facebook games), I signed up for the adult summer reading challenge at the library. A giant leap of faith considering the last book I read was at the beginning of April. And only because we were in the car for fifteen hours. This particular reading challenge consisted of listening to a book on tape (cd) or mp3. So I got Sedaris’ ‘When you are engulfed in flames‘ and Ondaatje’s ‘Running in the Family‘ or something like that. But after five minutes of listening to Mr. Ondaatje’s voice, I had to quit. The man may have a gift with words.
But I’d rather see them in written form.