I heard a book...
So I have been driving up and down Southern Califronia in the last few months.
The trip is approximately 375 miles. That's anything between 5:30 to 8 hours, depending on traffic and driving mood.
I made the trip for one last time (for the foreseeable future at least) yesterday afternoon.
This one had a more permanent purpose. If you read my last entry, I just moved.
I am now a Berkeley resident. But this isn't what I want to talk about here.
What I do want to talk about is audio books. One in specific actually.
The book is called "the pleasure of my company" and was written by Steve Martin. Yes that one.
The book itself is a good, amusing and touching read. Nothing exceptional but well worth the 4-5 hours that it takes to read. Sweet and funny, though flawed in many ways, that somehow seem not to matter.
I got this book on 4 audio CDs as I thought it would be a good companion for the drive North.
The reason I think I enjoyed this book so much was that it fit this small part of my life to a T.
To explain. I was surprisingly emotional on my way out of the office. Saying goodbye to two of my friends, my voice started breaking and hurriedly I made my excuses and left. Tear in my eye. The book managed to capture my need for love and a hug and at the same time make somewhat optimistic. It also fit the cadence of the drive perfectly.
I made the trip without touching either gas, brake or clutch pedal for most (95%) of the time. The joy of cruise control and an empty dead-straight freeway. I made the trip in 5:30 hours, barely driving really. Knee on the wheel, eyes caressing the horizon, ears engaged in listening to 'Daniel Pecan Cambridge', the hero of the book.
The thing that made me feel part of this world, however, was the ending of the book. No, not the way the story ended, but when it did. It ended about 300 ft away from my destination... My new house. It just fit perfectly.
For once, the world was neat and made sense.
Today, of course is another matter.
-NT
The trip is approximately 375 miles. That's anything between 5:30 to 8 hours, depending on traffic and driving mood.
I made the trip for one last time (for the foreseeable future at least) yesterday afternoon.
This one had a more permanent purpose. If you read my last entry, I just moved.
I am now a Berkeley resident. But this isn't what I want to talk about here.
What I do want to talk about is audio books. One in specific actually.
The book is called "the pleasure of my company" and was written by Steve Martin. Yes that one.
The book itself is a good, amusing and touching read. Nothing exceptional but well worth the 4-5 hours that it takes to read. Sweet and funny, though flawed in many ways, that somehow seem not to matter.
I got this book on 4 audio CDs as I thought it would be a good companion for the drive North.
The reason I think I enjoyed this book so much was that it fit this small part of my life to a T.
To explain. I was surprisingly emotional on my way out of the office. Saying goodbye to two of my friends, my voice started breaking and hurriedly I made my excuses and left. Tear in my eye. The book managed to capture my need for love and a hug and at the same time make somewhat optimistic. It also fit the cadence of the drive perfectly.
I made the trip without touching either gas, brake or clutch pedal for most (95%) of the time. The joy of cruise control and an empty dead-straight freeway. I made the trip in 5:30 hours, barely driving really. Knee on the wheel, eyes caressing the horizon, ears engaged in listening to 'Daniel Pecan Cambridge', the hero of the book.
The thing that made me feel part of this world, however, was the ending of the book. No, not the way the story ended, but when it did. It ended about 300 ft away from my destination... My new house. It just fit perfectly.
For once, the world was neat and made sense.
Today, of course is another matter.
-NT