I once drove from Atlanta to Toronto with a pile of books-on-tape (it was a long time ago). Somewhere around Toledo I put in Shelby Foote’s account of the Battle of Shiloh. On the fourth tape, somewhere outside London, Ontario, the tape screwed up. That’s why we don’t use tapes anymore. I am still unsure how the battle came out — maybe your library has a copy:
Now, you are on your own, and can sing along with the entire recorded works of Black Sabbath if you like – but once your throat hurts badly enough, you may want to listen to something different.
The Awl has a piece where contributors make their own, um, contributions.
