
The Ground Beneath Her Feet
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Narrated by:
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Steven Crossley
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By:
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Salman Rushdie
Energetic and musical, Rushdie's prose is positively mesmerizing when you hear it read aloud. This panoramic work is framed with the death of rock goddess Vina Aspara. The story of her life and love affair with musical prodigy Ormus Cama is told by Rai, a photographer who also loved Vina. Rai worships the ground beneath her feet, even as he ponders the loss of terra firma in modern culture.
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Would you recommend this book to a friend? Why or why not?
no,What does Steven Crossley bring to the story that you wouldn’t experience if you just read the book?
good reader, long winded story and this coming from someone who loves War and Peace!blah blah blah! learn to say it with less
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Somewhat Psycho-bable-ish
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not sure what went amiss for me! I would say try it and see for yourself! It just might my take is off.
Good, but....
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Creative, long and intense
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Okay, Salmon, We get that you're a genious already
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Steven Crossley does a fine job of narrating.
A Conversation
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Impossible to Finish!!!
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There is so much irrelevant backstory that is in this book that it just sinks under it's own weight. If I heard one more reference to Orfeo and Euridice in just the first part of this book I was going to scream! I love delving into characters, one of the reasons I thought The Cider House Rules and A Prayer for Owen Meany were so wonderful, but the narrative in this book is simply irrelevant to the story. Perhaps Rushdie got paid by the page?
The storyteller is supposed to be a paparazzi who is both friend and lover to a pop diva. If you've ever met a photographer who talks and acts like this character, then you've occupied a different planet than I have.
I know there are people who enjoyed this book, but I am definitely not one of them!
BOR-ing!!
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