From the Narrator's Perspective...
This was a challenge on many levels and I'm grateful to the Pseudopod editorial/production crew for giving me the chance to narrate it.
I feel that every story has a "voice" and that it's the narrator's job to find it, understand it, and embody it. Finding the voice for THIS story was tricky, but after a few reads, it started to become clear.
As much as I enjoy dialects, I'm leery of using them without clear textual justification. If you do it wrong, it becomes a distraction rather than an enhancement (read: narrator fail).
The cadence and vocabulary of the POV character made more sense to me with the "Bronx" inflection (the fact that the story takes place in NYC provides some justification, too), but there were other considerations. Differentiation between characters is always a concern so offsetting Ace from Jim, Flo, and Milly was essential. But more than that, I wanted to reinforce Ace's mania and dissociative episodes that permeate the story.
I normally leverage the deep warmth of my voice by "seating" in my chest, but Ace is skittish, fearful, and twitchy and that didn't work. By pulling it forward and introducing a faint nasal quality, it felt more consistent with the mental image of the character. I was genuinely concerned that it would become annoying for the listener (and please tell me if it was), but it felt like the right choice for the piece.
In terms of presentation, I found two thematic elements that required more attention... the water (linking Ace to the undisclosed trauma he experienced during the war), and the wax museum (where Ace identifies his "avatar" in the face of a murderer). In examining the juxtaposition of those to core elements, I discovered that from the first sentence, Ace is terrified. He has been scarred horribly by a near-death experience (either witnessing it or experiencing it himself) and is haunted by the death he eluded. That formed the foundation for every vocal choice I made... his defensive posturing, the awe and wonder he experiences in the waxy eyes of the murder, his constant distraction of faces that make no sense to him.
It was a very strange vocal skin to inhabit. I hope it worked in service to story.