Ignore the bizarre title (it does make sense, eventually) and your fears that it might be trashy chick lit, this book is a fantastic read, especially if you are a thirty or forty something from England as it will inspire great nostalgia within you.
God is actually the name of the heroine Elly’s rabbit, who only appears for part of the book which is a shame as he is my favourite character. This a story of friendships and a relationship between a brother and sister that starts in the ’70s and moves to the present. I was hooked straight away and it had me in tears.
I like the funny little episodes such as;
“Joe met me at JFK..and held a big sign that said ‘Sharon Stone’…he loved to watch their (passers-by) mute disappointment as I stood in front of him”
The twin towers passage seems unconvincing in terms of the realism of the rest of the story (ignoring of course the fact there is a talking rabbit in the story) but apart from this little blip the book is fantastic and well worth reading.
I received this as a Christmas present from my boyfriend’s brother Jez as part of a fantastic set of Penguin books on English Journeys. As an expat in Spain I am often wistful for the English countryside and heritage, I was therefore really looking forward to reading this and selected this as one of the first books to read. Unfortunately it turned out to be a bit of a disappointment. The subject matter interests me but I just found James’ style unengaging, as I also have experienced whilst reading his novels too.
This book is based on Henry James’ travels around England visiting, unsurprisingly, castles and cathedrals. Amongst other places, he visits Devon, Warwickshire. Oxford, and goes to Derby Day. It has a few funny observations, such as “women are said to have no sense of humour” or his interesting comments on how photography has changed sight seeing;
Coming upon a sight or object is a “pleasure still left to the tourist even after the broad glare of a photograph has dissipated so many of the sweet mysteries of travel”.
This really struck a chord with me possibly because I have a photographer boyfriend who always has a camera stuck to his face, but also because of a comment an Aborigine made when I visited Uluru (Ayers Rock) when he said tourists come and just take their pictures but they do not really take the time to understand the spirit of a place. Unfortunately apart from these odd jems, I largely found myself skimming sections and not really taking it in.
Maybe it was the American in England thing, but there were lots of descriptions of England and the English that I just could not relate to and I am sure it is not just the fact that it was written over a century ago. There were opinions that I strongly disagreed with as an obsesive National Trust visitor, such as;
“I am not sure.. that he (the tourist) is not tempted to accuse his English neighbours of being impenetrable and uninspired, to affirm that they do not half discern their good fortune, and that it takes passionate pilgrims, vague aliens and other disinherited persons to appreciate the points of this admirable country”.
So overall, unfortunately, a bit of an anti-climax.