3 December 2020 Arthur Smith Occasionally I find a travel book that is both illuminating and entertaining, where vivid writing and research replace self-indulgence and sloppy prose.
3 December 2020 Arthur Smith I’ve noticed that my resolutions involve me not doing stuff that I wasn’t going to do anyway so here’s something more positive. I’m going to retrain as a Latin teacher in a provincial public school.
3 December 2020 Arthur Smith It was Julie Burchill who decreed that, beyond a certain age, a man should not be seen in a leather jacket.
3 December 2020 Arthur Smith It is more interesting to be compared to someone famous, because it lets you gauge what perceptions people have about your appearance.
3 December 2020 Arthur Smith Reading the play at home, however fulfilling, can never be the vivacious experience that Shakespeare intended.
3 December 2020 Arthur Smith Travel books are, by and large, boring. They lodge uncomfortably between fact, fiction and autobiography.
3 December 2020 Arthur Smith The history of the relationship between comedy and swimming is short indeed. Of course it is always funny when someone falls into water, but that’s about it.
3 December 2020 Arthur Smith Ninety-eight per cent of laughter is nothing to do with jokes, which do not deserve to bear the weight of all the funny stuff in the world.
3 December 2020 Arthur Smith Don Quixote’s ‘Delusions’ is an excellent read – far better than my own forthcoming travel book, ‘Walking Backwards Across Tuscany.’
3 December 2020 Arthur Smith The Romantic poets were the prototype ramblers, and I’ve often found myself following in their footsteps – although perhaps not all of their footsteps since a typical walk for Samuel T. Coleridge might last two days and cover 145km.
