2000;
304 pages. New Author? : No. Genre : Non-Fiction; Anecdotal Humor; Travel. Overall Rating : 9½*/10.
Australia.
The land that time forgot. Also the land that the rest of the world forgets about. Most people’s knowledge of Australia begins
and ends with kangaroos, koala bears, boomerangs, and maybe a weird-looking opera
house. Can you name their Prime
Minister? Their ruling party? Any of the Australian states?
But
Australia is a fascinating, exciting place.
There are so many plants, animals, and geological formations that are
found there and nowhere else. So in the
late 1990’s, Bill Bryson made several trips there, to get to know the country
and to write a book about it. In A Sunburned Country chronicles his adventures
Down Under.
What’s To Like...
The book is divided into three sections – one
for each of Bryson’s three visits. The
first was a train ride across Australia, from Sydney to Perth. The second trip was by car, and covered all
the major cities in Australia’s southeast quadrant. The third trip, also by car, ventured into
Australia’s smaller cities, and the interior.
There is a map at the front of the book.
Bookmark it (Kindle) or dog-ear it (book); you’ll be referring to it
frequently.
Bill Bryson’s activities in any given city can be habitual. Find the parks and walk through them. Find the museums and walk through them. Find the used bookstores and browse through
them. Find the pubs and restaurants and
eat, drink, and be merry. Find the hotel
and enjoy or endure the amenities. This could get
tediously repetitive in the hands of a lesser writer, but Bryson's storytelling is superb, and I never was bored with any of his tales.
There
are also numerous and humorous “asides” as Bryson becomes immersed in the local
culture. You’ll be mystified by the game
of cricket; amused by the rabbit infestation; and amazed by just how many ways
the fauna, flora, land, and sea can kill you in Australia.
But Bryson also tackles more serious topics. It may be amusing to envision the predator-less
rabbits running wild across the outback, but the devastation they and other imported plants and animals did to the indigenous landscape is both irreversible and
borderline criminal. The small amount of
forested area is rapidly being depleted (Australia is the world's #1 exporter of wood
chips). And even more critical is the
way the aborigines were, and are, treated.
Heady stuff; not very funny, but Bryson’s insights of such issues are quite thought-provoking.
Kewlest New Word. . .
Antipodean (adj.) : the
parts of the earth diametrically opposite – often used of Australia and New
Zealand contrasted to the Western Hemisphere.
More generally, (anything that is) exactly opposite or contrary.
Excerpts...
On my first
visit, some years ago, I passed the time on the long flight reading a history
of Australian politics in the twentieth century, wherein I encountered the
startling fact that in 1967 the prime minister, Harold Holt, was strolling
along a beach in Victoria when he plunged into the surf and vanished. No trace of the poor man was ever seen
again. This seemed doubly astounding to
me – first that Australia could just lose
a prime minister (I mean, come on) and second that news of this had never
reached me.
(pg. 3)
“Dining room’s closed, mate,” said one of the two guys at
the bar. “Chef’s crook.”
Crook means ill.
“Must’ve ate some
of his own cooking,” came a voice from the pokies alcove, and we all had a grin
over that.
“What else is
there in town?” I asked.
“Depends,” said
the man, scratching his throat thoughtfully.
He leaned toward me slightly.
“You like good food?”
I nodded. Of course I did.
“Nothin’,
then.” He went back to his beer. (pg. 182)
“I tell you, Barry, he was
farting sparks!” (pg.
92)
The
wit in In A Sunburned Country is topnotch;
the narrative is totally entertaining; and the book can also stand on its own
as a Tour Guide for anyone contemplating a vacation in Oz. It is also obvious that Bill Bryson
researched the subject matter thoroughly.
My only advice would be to read it in bits, to keep it from feeling
repetitive. There are only so many ways
to describe the summer heat in the desert outback.
I
read very little non-fiction (maybe one book a year), because the books are
often dry and boring. So it was refreshing to
read something from this genre that entertained from start to finish, while
still giving me a much better picture of Australia. I still can’t tell you who the Prime Minister
is, but I am now able to tell you at least a half-dozen ways to easily meet your
demise there.
9½ Stars. Highly recommended.
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