Neither Here nor There: Travels in Europe
Thursday, 15. June 2006, 12:24:19
Neither Here nor There: Travels in Europe
Bill Bryson (1951 - ...)
1991
I awoke to a gloomy day. The hillsides behind the town were obscured by a wispy haze, and Naples across the bay appeared to have been taken away in the night. There was nothing but a plain of dead sea and beyond it the tumbling fog that creatures from beyond the grave stumble out of in B-movies.
Plot (spoiler alert
In this book, Bryson narrates some episodes of a journey through Europe. Not being easy to write a synopsis of the book, the best thing to do might be just copying the table of contents in order to show the visited places:
Hammerfest, Oslo, Paris, Brussels, Belgium, Aachen, Cologne, Amsterdam, Hamburg, Copenhagen, Gothenburg, Stockholm, Rome, Naples, Sorrento, Capri, Florence, Milan, Como, Switzerland, Liechtenstein, Austria, Yugoslavia, Sofia, Istanbul.
My views:
Being one of the most well-known travel writers in the world, I was a bit curious to read one of Bryson’s books on the subject, even though that’s not usually my kind of reading. Looking at the index, the “itinerary” seemed interesting enough, so I decided to try this one.
When I finished reading it, I felt I had read an interesting and captivating book. However, when I got the book, I expected to “find” some new places to visit in the future, or to find some hidden treasures in places I’ve been before. Well, I found nothing of that. Despite his light, humorous style, Bryson seems totally unable to put the prejudice aside and actually look at things. He doesn’t describe people, he just recites the stereotypes of the country. He doesn’t try to explore new places, he just tries to confirm they are as he expected them to be.
Nevertheless, this stopped being important in the middle of the book, when I started looking at the book as some sort of fiction, not as a true story, happening at actual places. That way, I found this to be a funny book about a typical tourist who keeps complaining about “the typical tourists”, an American that thinks every Frenchman owes him everything because of WWII.
I don’t think I’ll be reading much more of him soon, though… I think I’ll just try to find some other travel writers. Any suggestions?
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