The Road to Little Dribbling

The Road to Little Dribbling

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The hilarious and loving sequel to a hilarious and loving classic of travel writing: Notes from a Small Island, Bill Bryson's valentine to his adopted country of England In 1995 Bill Bryson got into his car and took a weeks-long farewell motoring trip about England before moving his family back to the United States. The book about that trip, Notes from a Small Island, is uproarious and endlessly endearing, one of the most acute and affectionate portrayals of England in all its glorious eccentricity ever written. Two decades later, he set out again to rediscover that country, and the result is The Road to Little Dribbling . Nothing is funnier than Bill Bryson on the road--prepare for the total joy and multiple episodes of unseemly laughter.
Publisher: [S.I.] : Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group, 2016
ISBN: 9780385539296
Characteristics: 1 online resource
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If you like Castle Rock Beer Company's Brown Porter, you might like this travel memoir. Rediscover a classic English brown beer and Bryson’s England, an endearingly singular (and often ridiculous) country.

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Jan 07, 2019

Maybe Bryson's most fun, at least anyone with an ongoing curiosity about the British and Britain. Wandering around Britain, loosely guided by the ends of his "Bryson Line", reflecting on those various neuroses most of feel while wandering around, Bryson shares his thoughts on what he sees on this historic island. And all with an overtone of ruminations over the world gone greedy and negligent. Or maybe it is just the aging curmudgeon (in us all?) manifesting in a litany of complaints. But put this all within the context of wandering around the marvel of Britain generally in awe and it makes for a fun trip. No shortage of giggles in this one.

ArapahoeMarieC Oct 10, 2018

Classic Bill Bryson ... highly amusing trip around the UK following the "Bryson Line". His insights into the UK are spot on and very, very funny! His love for Durham is endearing and is a highlight as it was in his first book about the UK.

Sep 30, 2018

Although Bryson's writing can get a bit tedious at times, it is a pleasure to read his small, easy essays about wonderful corners of Great Britain. It certainly inspires a deep wish to travel and see the landscapes and sit in the pubs . . .

Nov 30, 2017

A quirky travelogue throughout tiny and tickling corners of Britain, with plenty of belly-laughs at Bryson's turns of phrase and curmudgeonly way of interacting with the British he meets. The pacing can lag at times, but the next ROFL-ridiculous moment is just around the corner.

May 29, 2017

Where is the Bill Bryson of yore? In this book he's a grumpy old man (though only 65), sarcastic and mostly dull. Very disappointing.

May 08, 2017

Bill Bryson travels ‘The Bryson Line’ from one end of the UK to the other, revisiting some places from his ‘Notes from a Small Island’ after 20 years.

There were laugh-out-loud moments, but this outing was repetitious as Bryson traveled from one failing seaside town to the next. Found myself skimming to get to those nuggets of brilliance I expect from him. And, there are some.

Mar 21, 2017

If you happen to love the UK like I do, Bryson's book is for you. Honest, charming and cheeky, he writes about the things that endear us most to England. I was especially struck by the chain of events that took him there in the early 70's and kept him there until now (pg. 75-77). I put the book down for a minute and thought about how the smallest decisions somehow completely change the course of our lives. I had a similar experience to some of Bryson's not too long ago.

Last year, I stopped into a sweet shop in the UK and realized it was the same shop I had gone to on my fist trip abroad at 21. At the till, I asked the man if by chance he had been there 20+ years. He said, "Why, yes. I took early retirement from the military and bought this shop 20 years ago." I told him he had sold me the same toffee then. He came out from behind the counter, kissed me cheek and said, "welcome back, love."

Kind people, beautiful country. No wonder Bryson loves it so much.

Feb 16, 2017

Bryson has a great sense of humor which seems at it's best in the first few chapters of every book he writes. Unfortunately, he then has a tendency to devolve into 'first I did this and then I did that' chapter upon chapter. One sometimes get the impression he's merely trying to fill pages. His grumpy old codger persona is only matched by the impression he casts as a huge cheapskate. Though I'm sure his readers recognize that he is a very successful writer, he is still constantly complaining about how much everything costs. I stared this book literally laughing out loud and ended it finding myself mildly irritated with the author.

Feb 14, 2017

The author writes about "the good ol' days" and his reminiscences are funny, but after about 100 pages, it just felt whiny. I didn't want to read a book about all the ways England used to be wonderful and is now awful.

Jan 02, 2017

Had I read one more "lovely" or "splendid," I would have run screaming out of the house.

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Dec 17, 2015

.....this was one of the things that I really like about Britain: it is unknowable. There is so much to it.......If you decided to visit one standing stone a week, it would take you twenty years to see them all.

It's like that with every historic thing in Britain. If you tried to visit all the medieval churches in England - just England - at the rate of one a week, it would take you three hundred and eight years. You would take you three hundred and eight years. You would need an additional vastly daunting lengths of time to visit all the historic cemeteries, stately homes, castles, Bronze Age hill forts, giant figures carved in hillsides and every other category of built structure. Brochs would take a decade to see. All the known archaeological sites in Britain would require no less than 11,500 years of your time.

....Britain is infinite. There isn't anywhere in the world with more to look at in a smaller space..... (p 376)

Dec 17, 2015

The British, you see, are always happy when they ought to be - when the sun is shining and thy have a drink in their hands and that sort of thing - but they are also very good at remaining happy when others would falter. If, for instance, they are walking in the countryside and it start to rain, they pull on their waterproofs and accept that that's just the way it sometimes is. Living in a British climate teaches patience and stoicism. I admire that.

But what really sets the British apart is that when things go very wrong and they have a legitimate reason to bitch deeply, bitterly and at length, that is when they are the happiest of all. A Briton standing in a minefield with a leg blown off who can say, "I told you this would happen," is actually a happy man. I quite like that in a people. p. 380

Dec 17, 2015

I went to Inverness and visited the battlefield at Culloden, where two thousand men lost their lives fighting the English, and then to Glencoe, where still more died when Campbells notoriously massacred Macdonalds, and I sombrely reflected that the history of the Highlands is five hundred years of cruelty and bloodshed followed by two hundred years of way too much bagpipe music. p 374

Dec 16, 2015

At the village of Scourie, I passed a sign that said 'Scourie Beach and Burial Ground', which seemed an enchanting combination. ('We're burying Grannie tomorrow. Don't forget to bring your swimming costumes.') p. 371

Dec 16, 2015

Our steward passed and told me that a freight train had broken down further up the line and that our engine had gone to save it. I was, it seemed, now living in a Thomas the Tank Engine story. p 369

Dec 16, 2015

Everything on offer was robustly Scottish and not the least bit appealing to someone from Iowa. (I believe I can speak for my entire state on this.) The dinner options featured haggis, neeps and tatties, and the snacks included Tunnocks teacake, haggis-flavoured crisps and Mrs Tilly's Scottish Tablet, which sounded to me not at all like a food but more like something you would put in a tub of warm water and immerse sore feet in. I would imagine it makes a fizzing sound and produces streams of ticklish bubbles........It is perhaps dangerous to conclude too much about the character and intentions of a nation based on a snacks menu in a railway carriage, but I couldn't hep wonder if Scottish nationalism hasn't gone a little too far now. I mean, those poor people are denying themselves simple comforts like Kit-Kats and Cornish pasties and instead are eating neeps and foot medications on grounds of patriotism. Seems a bit unnecessary to me. p 368

Dec 16, 2015

The news pages of the paper were liberally sprinkled with articles about pub beatings - five on one page, just from this area - but everything else was about flower shows and fun runs and people shaving their heads for charity. I had never seen such a range of kindliness and violence coexisting in one locality. When I went for a second pint, I turned round and a guy was standing behind me waiting to take my place at the bar. We went through that little side-to-side dance where you keep inadvertently blocking the other person's way. I smiled helplessly, as you do, and he looked at me as if he was thinking about shoving my head through the wall. That is the problem with Scotland, I find. You never know whether the next person you meet is going to offer you his bone marrow or nut you with his forehead. (p. 365)


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