Here are Greg’s picks:

  1. Christopher Walken reading Infinite Jest, by David Foster Wallace Can you imagine what this would be like? My guess is about like skydiving on heroin. Okay, I exaggerate, but Walken, with his slightly-off inflections and general quirkiness would be a fantastic match for DFW’s 75-word sentences and 30-sentence, 4-page paragraphs. Or, it’d drive you crazier than Walken himself appears to be. It’s a chance I’d be willing to take.
  2. Scarlett Johansson, reading Norwegian Wood, by Haruki Murakami You’d have to invent a new word for this listening experience — something that means “mind-blowingly naughtily erotic, yet tastefully high-brow.” This audiobook would be responsible for the conception of more children than alcohol and World War II combined.  
  3. Morgan Freeman, reading This Is Where I Leave You, by Jonathan Tropper I can’t think of anything funnier than Freeman’s hallowed, dignified voice — he just misses his friend (that’s a Shawshank Redemption reference, for you Twilight fans) — delivering lines like, “My marriage ended the way these things do: with paramedics and cheesecake” and “So instead of thinking, right away, Jen is fucking someone, my marriage is over, or something along those lines, my next thought was actually this: Jen never sticks her finger into my asshole during sex.”  __________________________ And here’s what I came up with…
  4. Sydney Poitier reading Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass. The diction and shaped rage of Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass match a quality of Poitier’s I’ve always found fascinating. For example, in Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner, he’s as cool and collected as a Mafia button-man for most of the movie until….he isn’t. It’s not that he flies into a rage, but his rhetoric and passion go through the roof and Spencer Tracy’s den is turned into a meeting hall. It’s just the sort of thing that made Douglass a world-class public speaker and you can feel it in his autobiography. Imagine Portier reading something like this:
  5. Ian McKellen reading Frank Herbert’s Dune. Dune is as much Greek myth as it is science fiction (ahem, Atreides. Anyone? Anyone?), so it can handle a little gravitas without seeming pretentious. What always throws me out of the story with Dune, though, is the names; they are damn tough to take seriously, let alone remember. One of the things I most admired about McKellen’s portrayal of Gandalf in The Lord of the Rings was his ability to say ridiculous names with credible sincerity. When he says “Minas Morgal,” you don’t have to have any idea of what it is to never, ever want to go there. Here’s a bit from Dune that, oddly enough, is applicable to McKellen himself:
  6. Uma Thurman reading Joan Didion’s Play It As It Lays I have no idea if Thurman is smart, but she reads as smart. Plus, she’s got a Hollywood past that would land most actressess recurring stints at Betty Ford. Together these two qualities make her an alluring match with Didion’s Hollywood elegy. Part Catcher-in-the-Rye, part Less Than Zero, Play It As It Lays is raw, cerebral, and lovely. Cue the Beatrix Kiddo leitmotif….