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- Title: Misery
- Author: Stephen King
- Narrator: Lindsay Crouse
- Length: 12:11:00
- Version: Abridged
- Release Date: 01/01/2016
- Publisher: Simon & Schuster Audio
- Genre: Mystery, Thriller & Horror, Horror, Psychological
- ISBN13: 9.78E+12
There’s a particular kind of loneliness that comes with being stranded in an unfamiliar place. I remember once breaking down on a deserted road in Patagonia, watching the sun dip below the Andes as shadows stretched across the pampas. That creeping vulnerability – the realization that you’re utterly at the mercy of your environment – is exactly what Lindsay Crouse captures in her chilling narration of Misery. From the first moments of Paul Sheldon’s car accident to his nightmarish awakening in Annie Wilkes’ isolated home, Crouse’s performance wraps you in a cocoon of dread that feels as inescapable as Paul’s broken legs.
King’s genius here lies in taking two ordinary human conditions – creative frustration and obsessive fandom – and twisting them into something monstrous. As a writer myself, I felt Paul’s artistic anguish viscerally. Crouse delivers his internal monologues about killing off Misery Chastain with perfect writerly exasperation, then pivots seamlessly to Annie’s terrifying mood swings. There’s a moment when Annie discovers Paul’s attempted escape that made me actually pull over during a late-night drive through New Mexico – Crouse’s guttural scream of ‘DIRTY BIRD!’ echoed in my car with such primal fury that my hands shook on the wheel.
The audio production enhances King’s masterful pacing. In print, the famous ‘hobbling’ scene unfolds with brutal efficiency, but in this audiobook, Crouse stretches the moments before the axe falls with agonizing precision. You hear Paul’s ragged breathing, the creak of the door, the almost sexual pleasure in Annie’s voice as she explains what she’s about to do. It reminded me of those Oaxacan storytelling nights – how the grandmother would lower her voice to a whisper when the monster appeared in her tales, forcing us to lean in closer, making our eventual screams that much louder.
What makes this performance extraordinary is how Crouse avoids cartoonish villainy. Her Annie Wilkes sounds like someone you might meet at a Colorado diner – folksy, slightly awkward, until the moment her voice drops half an octave and you hear the madness coiling beneath. The way she delivers Annie’s sudden shifts from maternal care to violent rage creates an audio experience more terrifying than any jump-scare. I found myself, like Paul, straining to interpret every vocal nuance for signs of danger.
As a travel writer, I’m fascinated by how King uses setting as psychological landscape. The claustrophobic interior of Annie’s house becomes a character itself, and Crouse’s narration amplifies this brilliantly. Listen to how she handles the endless ticking of the clock in Paul’s room, or the way her voice tightens during snowstorm scenes, making the walls feel like they’re closing in. It’s audio storytelling at its most immersive – you don’t just hear the story, you’re trapped inside it.
If I have one critique, it’s that Crouse’s male voices occasionally blend together. Young Paul in the flashbacks sounds suspiciously like present-day Paul, and some secondary characters lack distinct vocal fingerprints. But this minor quibble hardly diminishes what is otherwise a masterclass in psychological horror narration. The 12-hour runtime flies by with terrifying speed – much like Paul’s morphine-induced time jumps – leaving you both desperate to escape and unable to stop listening.
For fans of psychological horror, this audiobook stands alongside classics like The Shining and The Silence of the Lambs. But what sets it apart is its intimate scale – this isn’t about saving the world, but about one man’s fight to preserve his sanity and creative soul. As someone who’s spent years documenting how ordinary people survive extraordinary circumstances, I can say Crouse and King have created something uniquely harrowing: a survival story where the enemy isn’t nature or war, but the warped love of someone who claims to adore you.
So here’s my recommendation, dear listeners: experience Misery as audiobook, but maybe not during a solo road trip through remote areas. Let Lindsay Crouse’s unforgettable performance remind you why Stephen King remains the master of psychological horror. And if you find yourself, like me, needing to pause during particularly intense scenes, take that moment to appreciate the ordinary safety of your surroundings. Now if you’ll excuse me, I think I’ll go double-check the locks on my hotel room door. Happy – or perhaps unsettled – listening, my friends.
Marcus Rivera