Our audiobook for the drive down and back is The Count of Monte Cristo. Nineteenth-century doorstop novels make great road books, especially if you stick to the blood-and-thunder end of the spectrum. We’ve already gone through Wilkie Collins’s The Moonstone and The Woman in White, both of which I can heartily recommend – among other things, Collins has a lot fewer female characters whom I want to slap silly than, say, Dickens does. I don’t think we’ll be trying anything by Hardy, or by Henry James, though; the blind malice of the universe and the delicate delineation of interior states aren’t exactly the best antidotes for highway hypnosis.
(Or maybe for some people they are. Everybody’s reaction to a work of literature is different, and is their own.)
Next up, after we’re done with Edmond Dantès and the gang, will be a handful of Welcome to Night Vale podcasts. After that . . . who knows? Maybe The Three Musketeers.