The zoo unfortunately has ‘fans’ of this mans work, it is probably likely that you too have had to buy this mans ‘books’ as gifts for relatives.
The indignity of doing that is bad enough.
However recently i was lent a copy of his brief Shakespeare book of a mere 200 pages, after reading two pages i gave up on it.
Why ? well Shakespeare is a ‘mystery industry’, being that there was no tv or radio/fly on the wall tv back then means sub par academics and idiots like billy can be part of the business and with us monkeys are doing are best on typewriters to reproduce all of his work while experts still debate if anything could be attributed to the man or maybe Mr S was a monkey?.
I call this sort of thing not important, just you wait until you read our version of romeo and juliet. Lets face it if you like Mr Bryson your screwed on a number of levels as it says i read a crap newspaper but i do culture.
The moral of the tale: beware of authors with big bags of unreadable books, if you should meet him do not pickup a bag of his crap.


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