The Tiresomeness of the Hedgehog: Some Books on Tape

Lately I find I can’t read anything, or maybe I can’t find anything worth reading, I’m not sure. I get halfway through a book, or less than halfway, a third of the way, a quarter, a chapter, three pages, two paragraphs—and I can’t go on. It’s not just a matter of the effort required to read a book. Books on tape have also failed me—or I’ve failed them. I’m not the type who reads books on tape, at least I never thought of myself as the type. But should you find yourself driving regularly nine...