Fred (host, reader)
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first heard Jul 2026
last heard 10 Jul
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Explaining her experience.
I feel like uh that's probably something that needed to exist to get the book published 130 years ago, uh, but today feels very vestigial.
So I've taken the liberty of sloughing it off and liberating this young woman's account and will let the account speak for itself.
Um finally I took another couple liberties with the text.
I replaced used the word queer in the text with either strange or weird, since that's what
it was clearly meant to be doing and not um uh sub suggesting what uh the extra layers of meaning that the word queer has today.
Uh and similarly I I did leave the term white people intact because that's used throughout and and a little complicated to excise.
But there is a quote black man who has been replaced with dark man who is a sort of shadowy figure, clearly.
Uh again just to sort of make the story make
four cents today and not bump you unnecessarily.
So if you are interested in continuing down the wild path with me, let us begin.
This is The Green Book by Arthur Macken.
I'll be presenting it in two parts.
Here is part one, it is read for you by yours truly.
Let us now open the Green Book.
The Morocco binding of the book was faded, and the color had grown faint, but there were no stains, nor bruises, nor marks of usage.
The book looked as if it had been bought on a visit to London some seventy or eighty years ago, and had somehow been forgotten and suffered to lie away out of sight.
There was an old, delicate, lingering odor about it, such an odor as sometimes haunts an ancient piece of furniture for a century or more.
The end papers, inside the binding, were oddly decorated with colored patterns and faded gold.
It looked small, but the paper was fine, and there were many leaves, closed, covered with minute, painfully formed characters.
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