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"Twenty years ago, Bill Bryson went on a trip around Britain to discover and celebrate that green and pleasant land. The result was Notes from a Small Island, a true classic and one of the bestselling travel books ever written. Now he has traveled about Britain again, by bus and train and rental car and on foot, to see what has changed--and what hasn't. Following a route he dubs the Bryson Line, from Bognor Regis in the south to Cape Wrath in the north, by way of places few travelers ever get to at all, Bryson rediscovers the wondrously beautiful, magnificently eccentric, endearingly singular country that he both celebrates and, when called for, twits. With his matchless instinct for the funniest and quirkiest and his unerring eye for the idiotic, the bewildering, the appealing, and the ridiculous, he offers acute and perceptive insights into all that is best and worst about Britain today."--From book jacket.… (more)
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I remember liking Bryson's earlier
Mind you, it's to Bryson's credit that he gets equally worked up about the things he likes as the ones that he doesn't. But the things he gets worked up about, positive or negative, tend to be largely the same wherever he goes, and in the end I feel like I've come away from this book knowing a lot about his tastes, but much less about the places he visited. And his experiences in all those places tend to be pretty samey, too, and not terribly exciting. He takes a walk, drinks some tea and some beer, makes a note of what kinds of shops there are, maybe stares at a house some vaguely famous person used to live in, and, if we're very lucky, visits a museum. It very quickly all began to blur together.
All of which makes this sound worse than it is, probably. Bryson does share some interesting information here and there, and some of his bits of praise and criticism are actually well-taken. And it's pleasant enough to imagine oneself strolling down some of those pretty English country lanes. But overall, I did find it a bit disappointing. I imagine it would have been a lot more interesting if I'd known some of the places he was describing, or more worthwhile, perhaps, if I were planning a trip though some of these places and wanted an idea of what to expect.
It's marketed as a revisit of the journey he made for Notes from a small island 20 years ago, but it's actually more like a random
Early on in The Road to Little Dribbling, Bryson states that he never intended to follow literally in the footsteps of Notes because if he did that he feared that the new book would become little more than a whining narrative about how those places had all changed for the worse. Nonetheless, as the author steadily makes his way around the U.K., a sense of loss begins to overwhelm both him and the reader. In Bryson’s defense, however, his readers will easily understand a feeling they are likely to have often had themselves when revisiting their own pasts.
Times were simpler twenty years ago. Because there were fewer cars on the roads, it was easier (if perhaps slower) to make one's way through a country so well serviced by its public transportation system. People were more optimistic about the future and were enjoying life as the world moved further and further from the aftermath of World War II. Roads were new, seaside resorts were still fresh and well maintained, and a feeling of economic restraint was nowhere to be found in Britain. Today, while the natural beauty of the country is as great as ever, cutbacks and infrastructure deterioration are evident. And despite the well-earned English reputation for stoicism, pessimism now seems more the order of the day.
But don't let that worry you, as a reader, too much. The old Bill Bryson is still very much in evidence, his sense of humor and irony are still intact, and this book is as much fun to read as I suspect it was for its author to write. In one of my favorite bits from the book, Bryson even takes it upon himself to create what he calls “The Bryson Line,” map included, which more correctly identifies the two points in Britain with the most distance between them. They are not Lands End and John O'Groats (as my journey completion certificate from the nineties attests) but Bognor Regis (well to the east of Lands End) and Cape Wrath (a bit west of John O'Groats). So now I need to earn a new certification or stop telling complete strangers that I once completed the trip between the two most widely separated cities in the U.K. Thanks for an excuse to revisit Britain, Bill.
Traveling with Bill Bryson, even in print, makes for a fun trip because of the way he throws out little tidbits and observations when you least expect to hear them. Here are a couple of my particular favorites:
“It was as if they had died and gone to heaven, albeit a heaven populated largely by people with enormous bellies and neck tattoos...” – this while describing the reaction of his two London grandsons who were seeing an Everton football home match for the first time ever. Previously, the only other live Everton fan they had ever seen was their father.
“They all looked like the sort of people who had never had sex with anything they couldn't put in a closet afterwards. I tried to imagine what the rest of their lives were like if this was the fun part, but couldn't.” – this an observation Bryson made when running across a small group of “trainspotters” in a Lancashire train station.
All in all, The Road to Little Dribbling (a place Bryson is still looking for, by the way) is great fun. Longtime fans are certain to be pleased, and new ones are going to be eager to take more trips with Bill Bryson via his earlier books.
Blackpool isn't the only town to cop criticism from Bryson, although he
I was tossing up whether to give "The Road to Little Dribbling" five or four and a half stars, as I had a few issues (spoiler alert); Bryson does not actually take the road to Little Dribbling so I still have no idea about the town and the quality of its service industry staff, he also mentions Totnes without visiting it and completely ignores Budleigh Salterton and Zennor, two towns that need to be included in any Great Britain-related travel book. Bryson also uses the word "lovely" far more than he should. In the end I have plumped for five stars, in the hope that this review will influence enough people to buy the book so Bryson can afford a thesaurus and find other words for "lovely" in the future.
He did consider doing a journey between what most people think of as the two furthest points, Lands End and John O’Groats. But a couple of coincidences mean that he starts in Bognor Regis of all places, with the intention of aiming to end at Cape Wrath. He follows a very erratic journey round the country visiting new towns and passing through some of the places he visited in the first book. He unearths a variety of factual nuggets and anecdotes on each place, reminds us of how it once was and is often pretty blunt with his opinions on some of the changes that have taken place. Being older now he is a little more of a curmudgeon too, but it does make for some hilarious encounters with surly and unhelpful staff in hotels, restaurants and the attractions that he visits.
This is a country though that he loves with a passion; he is not afraid to point out the dumb things we do as a country, and he is particularly scathing of mediocrity, be it celebrity and political leaders. But he also celebrates the places we have, the beautiful natural country, the history and culture that stretches back thousands of years. He has even compiled a list of just how long it would take to visit each historic site. But even though he has lived here for years now, this country still has the ability to perplex, madden and more importantly gladden him.
A new Bryson book is always a treat, and this is no exception. Brilliant stuff.
In this delightful “travelogue”, Bill Bryson retraces a trip he took around his beloved England two decades ago. As he travels through villages and up and down roads with names most readers have never heard of, to visit
As he expresses his disappointment with the various towns and shopkeepers altered by time and technology which have reduced their charm and courtesy, he also imparts little tidbits of perhaps unnecessary, but witty information like turtles mistake plastic bags for jellyfish and unused lighthouses abound around England. He remarks about the abundance of antiquated societies that waste money studying things that no one has ever heard of or might care to hear of. He tells the reader about roads that seem to lead to nowhere and hotels that have either disappeared or are now on the decline. He laments the fact that in the interest of cost cutting much of the attraction of some of the places he once knew had disappeared, and the atmosphere of civility once so prevalent in Great Britain had also declined.
The reader will laugh as he exposes the lack of attention given to the customer and the obvious ignorance of some of the service people with whom he was forced to deal. His tongue in cheek conversations with himself are hilarious and are also a bit off color. Perhaps his proclivity for the use of the “f” word will surprise the reader, but it is used good-naturedly. In summation, he believes that the effort to save money has resulted in an abundance of Republicans and a country like Switzerland. He would prefer that England be more like Sweden, more liberal instead. Still, he loves the landscape of England and the tour he takes the reader on as he investigates places with unpronounceable names will charm the reader.
This audio is unique in its special way as it begins with a song about traveling the Bryson Line, and the reader, indeed, will travel along with him as he has a gift for bringing the reader directly into the places he visits as he introduces them to many little known points of interest, some of which he professes should remain unknown. In addition, in the audio, there are interludes of instrumental music as he changes locations in his travels which may please some listeners and displease others.
This book is best read in small doses either in print form or as an audiobook, savoring a chapter a night so that the day will end with a smile! Nathan Osgood does a wonderful job narrating this book with feeling, sardonic expression and wit and when the book ends with the Bryson Line tune, the reader may feel disappointed and feel they have just lost a good friend that had been keeping them company!
Bill Bryson is an American who has, after many years of living in the UK, decided to become a British citizen, and boy are we lucky to have him! When he first came to the UK over 20 yrs ago he wrote a very funny book entitled 'Notes from
I bought it on impulse at Heathrow on my way out to China. Since I started reading it I have hardly stopped laughing out loud, which is a wonderful sensation! He is witty, to the point, and erudite - what more can one ask. Everyone who thinks they know Britain, or who are British should read it - it should be compulsory. You will find you have a smile on your face and a song in your heart when you do so.
Mr. Bryson is ‘spot on’ with his musings and observations. He loves his adopted country and travels extensively throughout its borders. I like his idea of visiting places along the ‘Bryson Line’ which runs from Bognor Regis to Cape Wrath. The ‘Bryson Line’ is the longest distance you can travel in Britain in a straight line.
I highlighted numerous passages, intending to repeat them here, but I realized I would be copying almost the entire book! Let me repeat just a few notes.
“Almost 40% of London is green space.”
London is arguably the biggest city in the world - “in terms of density and complexity and depth of history.”
“That is the most extraordinary fact about Britain. It wants to be a garden.”
I do like the closing of the book when Bill muses about his reasons for loving Britain as he does. As he travels to the White Horse of Uffington, just beneath the ancient track known as the Ridgeway, he says that, “There isn’t a landscape in the world that is more artfully worked, more lovely to behold, more comfortable to be in than the countryside of Great Britain. It is the world’s largest park, its most perfect accidental garden. I think it may be the British nation’s most glorious achievement. All Britain has to do now is look after it. I hope that’s not too much to ask.”
Thank you, Bill, for another great book. I quite enjoyed it.
And it really is his tour as he based his travels along a path he is calling the Bryson Line. Bryson is in classic form as he visits and tells the tales of every hamlet, village, shop, hotel,
Lots of history packed into this book. It's not just about the major events either. He takes time to find the unsung heroes and actors that history has forgotten whether it's U.S. sailors being picked off by German U-boats during classified training maneuvers or amateur archeologists responsible for finding an entire ship, containing the largest treasure ever found in England, buried a mile from any shore.
If this book convinced me of anything it's that America has better shop keepers than England. I throughly enjoyed this book and laughed aloud many times. I think this one would be a very enjoyable read for anyone that's interested in history.
3***
Subtitle: More Notes From a Small Island. Some twenty years after Bryson first wrote about his adopted homeland in Notes From A Small Island he returns with additional comments and new venues to explore.
Bryson clearly loves this landscape, these people,
Bryson does seem to have a fixation on litter, and I admit I am greatly annoyed by it myself, but I don’t want to read about it incessantly. Oh well. On the whole, it’s an entertaining read.
Nathan Osgood does a fine job with the narration on the audio book. He has good pacing and an expressive voice. The audio also includes some original music or sound effects at the end of chapters; it’s generally pleasant, but I usually fast forward through it.
I have loved previous books by Bill Bryson, but I could not keep myself from zoning out with this one. There were not, at least in the first two/eleven discs, many observations of importance or interest in my opinion.
Moreover, narrator Nathan Osgood, while very good with intonation and expression, kept dropping off his voice volume at the end of sentences, so that even by turning up the volume very loud, I usually missed the end of this thoughts. When he mispronounced contiguous, that seemed like a good enough reason to stop listening altogether.
Evaluation: This book isn’t terrible, but given the large number of books I want to read, also not worth the investment of potential reading time.
I generally like Bryson's rambly style of including just various things he finds interesting. I enjoy
I finished the book laughing and having learned many things. Some of the landscape descriptions and historical notes were wonderful. That's the good news.
I also finished it thinking that (if he's to be believed) England is going to hell and there's not a single person in Britain capable of providing the most basic customer service. How cranky. Ugh. I'm not saying his travelogue should be whitewashed -- free of negativity. I just expected the positives to outweigh the rest. Pity.
I never read the author's first book about Britain, Notes from a Small Island, so I cannot compare. This book is a travelogue of places Bill visits, on overnights and day trips around the UK. Having not been to Britain, I was a bit lost... it is a whirlwind of names and
The best parts of the book were when Bill offered a humorous opinion about people and places -- and he did this quite a bit.
If I decide to visit Britain, I would reread this book and try to see some of the places he mentioned.
I would take that last long trip to the northern most point on the island (Scotland).
My feeling is that Bill might have enjoyed travelling more than he did writing the book? Maybe the second time writing about the same thing would not be quite the same. But he did think things had changed for the better around the small island since his last book. But the second time is never the same...