Name: Notes from a small island
ISBN: 9780380727506

Bill Bryson

Notes from a small island

Matthew Soeder

My own views on the matter are neatly encapsulated in a song of my own composition called I'm the Eldest Son of the Eldest Son of the Eldest Son of the Eldest Son of the Guy Who Fucked Nell Gwynne', which I should be happy to send under separate cover upon receipt of £3.50 + 50p post and packaging.

‘Is it raining out?’ the reception girl asked brightly as I filled in the registration card between sneezes and pauses to wipe water from my face with the back of my arm.

‘No, my ship sank and I had to swim the last seven miles.’

‘Oh, yes?’ she went on in a manner that made me suspect she was not attending my words closely. ‘And will you be dining with us tonight, Mr –‘ she glanced at my water-smeared card ‘– Mr Brylcreem?’

The parks used to be described on maps as the Upper Pleasure Gardens and the Lower Pleasure Gardens, but some councillor or other force for good realised the profound and unhealthy implications of placing Lower and Pleasure in such intimate proximity and successfully lobbied to have Lower removed from the title.

Corfe is a popular and pretty place, a cluster of stone cottages dominated by the lofty, jagged walls of its famous and much-photographed castle - everyone's favourite ruin after Princess Margaret.

I wasn't quite sure what I was doing here. I looked through racks of leaflets for shire-horse centres, petting zoos, falconry centres, miniature pony centres, model railways, butterfly farms, and something called – I jest not – Twiggy Winkie's Farm and Hedgehog Hospital, none of which seemed to address my leisure requirements.

(and do you know the difference, by the way, between 'village' and 'hamlet'? Surprisingly few people do, but it's quite simple really: one is a place where people live and the other is a play by Shakespeare)

Julie Twist

No disrespect to Mr Bryson but I just couldn't get on with this. It's funny to a certain degree but I just found it rambling and not funny enough. I didn't actually finish it - I gave up half way through it, after dipping in and out of it for several months.

Sarah Sammis

My husband gives the book a ten. He finds Bryson's style of writing very amusing. I on the other hand didn't laugh as frequently while reading the book. The man presents himself as a bit of a narrow minded twit too much of the time. If one or two people he knows does something strange, then all people like those few must be exactly the same. If his poor planning for the weather, accommodations, travel arragements whatever result in a delayed stay or a poor night, it's the town's fault!

Observant and funny but maybe a tad bit too long, had a hard time getting back to it after the bit where he makes fun of a fast food employee…

Wynter

Lovely memoir of travel across Britain from a lovely author. Did he adopt the snarky, straight-faced humour of his host country? I think so, and it's absolutely adorable. The grand metropoleis to forgotten villages - this book has it all. The closest you can get to really seeing Britain without getting off your couch.

Matthew Royal

Bill Bryson's "A Walk in the Woods," remains one of my favorite travel books, and so I was surprised that this reads like a snarky, blow-by-blow Yelp review of England. Cities I've only heard about in British television shows, he's visited and has a cynical anecdote about some aspect of its architecture, people, or history. 

Not to say his stories aren't interesting or untrue, but I found myself reluctant to pick up this book, because reading it is like visiting that crotchety loved one to whose rants your most enthusiastic reply is "Interesting," "Oh Really?" or "Hmmm."

In 1995, before leaving his much-loved home in North Yorkshire to move back to the States for a few years with his family, Bill Bryson insisted on taking one last trip around Britain, a sort of valedictory tour of the green and kindly island that had so long been his home. His aim was to take stock of the nation's public face and private parts (as it were), and to analyse what precisely it was he loved so much about a country that had produced Marmite; a military hero whose dying wish was to be kissed by a fellow named Hardy; place names like Farleigh Wallop, Titsey and Shellow Bowells; people who said 'Mustn't grumble', and ‘Ooh lovely’ at the sight of a cup of tea and a plate of biscuits; and Gardeners' Question Time. Notes from a Small Island was a huge number-one bestseller when it was first published, and has become the nation's most loved book about Britain, going on to sell over two million copies.

Journey Through Britain

Notes From A Small Island

Criminally little to say about Wales, and quite repetitive. I don’t think travel books are for me. 

Jake Williams

Nat Welch

I read this in paperback when I moved to England. It's good, but a little slow compared to his more recent novels.