Asking for historical fiction audiobooks, only to receive raunchy erotic tales.
What can I say people …?
Years ago, way before I got a guide dog. Even earlier, before I got the cane, I was visited by the new local co-ordinator for the Royal Society for the Blind. The new person was friendly and very enthusiastic about introducing me to new adaptive technology that would, not only make my life easier, but also more enjoyable.
One of these items I was given on loan was a device called the Navigator. The Navigator was a device which allowed the user to plug into a set of headphones and listen to audiobooks or music. It was about the size of an old fashion mobile phone, with no screen, but it had about four or five buttons which allowed the user to go to the next song or choose a chapter in a book. It sounds complicated but the user, even blind, took only about half an hour to master it. All the songs or audiobooks sat on an SD card which could be installed easily.
The Royal Society for the Blind also had a service where you could choose from a list, the type of book you wanted to listen to or the genre and they would install it for you onto an SD card and send it to you.
The first time I filled out the form, I wasn’t too fussed about the author or the title of the book, however I wanted to choose the genre. I am a huge historical fiction reader. I absolutely enjoy anything like Bernard Cornwell or Patrick O’Brien. Stories that teach me about a period in history gets me interested, and I tend to go off and research about that period even further. So, on this occasion, rather than focus on specifics, I choose History as my preference.
About two weeks later, there was a small parcel in the mail. The SD card had arrived, and, in a letter, I was told that seven books were installed in the genre I chose. I was very excited, installed the SD card into the Navigator and looked forward in anticipation when I went to bed to listen to wonderful stories about the Ancients or Medieval Europe or Russian Revolution.
What I got instead, and sadly, I can’t remember the titles, were seven erotic stories. I can honestly say it wasn’t really what I expected. I would also like to say that the excitement I had in anticipation to listening to historical books changed tempo.
I rang the Royal Society for the Blind the next day and spoke to the person who installed the books for me. It was discovered that my request had been mixed up with another client, an elderly lady who had a secret passion for erotic stories. I’m afraid she would have been disappointed with the history stories sent to her.
So, what did I learn?
I learnt that there is a whole genre of literature I have never considered listening to. Interesting to say the least.