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.: 8.31.2007 

I had forgotten...

I'm reading Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell. I had only listened to the audiobook before, so I'm sort of re-reading, but without having read it the first time. It's such a wonderfully dense book that I had decided to read in the evenings before bed and listen to it again during the day at work.

I had forgotten that there were references to the Daoine Sidhe towards the end of the book. Indeed, it didn't strike me as strange at all as my eyes glided over the phrase last night. But this morning as I listened I was horrified to hear it. The reader, Simon Prebble, does a wonderful job of capturing each character's voice and correctly speaking lines in French and Latin. But he completely fails with this phrase. Now, perhaps it was assumed by the producers to be a made up Faerie language and therefore Mr. Prebble was given no direction, but it's plain as day to anyone who has studied Gaelic (particularly the Irish version) or has good knowledge of Celtic folklore that it is not pronounced "doe-ayne sid-hay" but closer to "din-ah shee". So the five or six times this phrase has come about this morning it has stopped me cold and left me with an ache as if I had just heard nails raked across a chalkboard.


thus proclaimeth the Zabet  11:10 AM   1 comment(s)


Aug. That would put me off quite a bit.

By Blogger Janis, at 2:30 PM  

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