Merrill Shindler

I listened to the recorded version of the book. Which had me flinching something awful. The reader ranged from half asleep, to meth crazy — with little daylight in between. I’ll take the sleepy reading over the hysterical one! That screaming reading drove me away after the first hour of 14!

I’ve read most of what Charles Portis wrote. Norwood and Dog of the South are, at least, picaresque, clown cars rolling down the road. True Grit is his masterpiece. Yet despite being lioved by late night comedians, Atlantis is remarkably pointless, a journey to nowhere with no one. Tedious and joyless. Did Conan O’Brien really laugh out loud? I didn’t think crack a smile!