Book: Notes from a Small Island by Bill Bryson (audio book reviewed)
I’m playing catch up with some travel classics. With the exception of Bruce Chatwin‘s Patagonia, I had not read the highly recommended classic travel literature that I have talked about this week.
Many travelers list Bill Bryson‘s [amazonify]0380727501::text::::Notes from a Small Island[/amazonify] (1996)and [amazonify]0767903862::text::::In a Sunburned Country[/amazonify] (2000) among their favorites for a travel library. When World Hum listed Bryon’s Australian book as one of the best travel books, writer and editor Tom Zwick groused in the comments that Bryson… writes about himself rather than about the place to which he travels.
My library had the audiotape of Notes from a Small Island, so I decided to find out which faction I agreed with (travel-writer Zwick, or seemingly the rest of the travel-reading world). I was happy to start with England rather than Australia, because I’ve been to England (although briefly) and my only time in Australia involved changing planes.
In the book, Bill Bryson takes a farewell tour of Britain. He had lived the expatriate life for many years before he and his British wife decided to move to America with their children. I found Notes from a Small Island to be charming and packed with the kind of detail that helps make the unfamiliar become at least understandable. The addiction to inane TV shows, the mysterious enthusiasm for bland desserts, the belief that their island is far away from any other land mass, became endearing in Bryson’s telling. Rather than being bored with hearing about his own experiences, actions and reactions, I felt that he deepened my understanding of the people he met along the way.
For the most part he skips the obvious tourist haunts–no Anne Hathaway Cottage, for instance. And although he does wander through Oxford, he does not recommend a visit. Instead he heads for places that have some personal meaning for him. Yes, he’s weaving in his memoir and taking us along to places that he chooses for his own sometimes random reasons. But doesn’t any travel narrative do that?
I sat with my spiral-cover large-scale Michelin road Atlas of the British Isles in front of me as the audio tape played, and followed his route from Dover to Wales and then through Scotland to the farthest north tip of Great Britain. What fun it would be to literally follow his footsteps, perhaps skipping the things he found painfully ugly and pointless. On the other hand, it would be equally amusing to visit those places and see if he missed any redeeming features.
Bryson loves the English people, despite his making fun of their most un-American habits. He loves London, although he spends very little time talking about central London. (The City) I wish that he would do a guide just of London.
Notes from a Small Island brims over with statistics about population density and number of passenger trains, but he frequently apologizes for these factual diversions. My husband lost patience with the longish introduction which is all about Bryson and his newspaper jobs before he actually got on the road.
But if you are truly looking for a book to inform you about England and inspire you to travel to lesser known parts of the small island, then read Notes from a Small Island.
(Photo by Phil Leftwich, from Flickr, Creative Commons license)
When you read a travel narrative, are you put off by the writer’s own, perhaps dull or painful, experiences? What do you think of Bill Bryson? Does he add to the traveler’s experience? Let us hear from you.