Review of 'Deep South : four seasons on back roads' on 'Goodreads'
4 stars
You get the feeling, sometimes, that Theroux has to push himself to go on these journeys to write a new book, and that he has little interest in the places he's going to. Certainly, this book starts off that way, with a customary swipe at other travel writers before he makes his way to the Deep South - and clearly enjoys it so much he makes many return visits and appears to make friends.
This isn't Theroux at his finest. He's a known writer now. He can call ahead and get interviews, and does in many cases here. There is less serendipitous meetings in the street, though they do still happen. He's in a car, not in a train, which changes the dynamic of the book since he isn't bossed around by station timetables and over-officious guards. He can, in one slightly embarrassing part of the book, request to go …
You get the feeling, sometimes, that Theroux has to push himself to go on these journeys to write a new book, and that he has little interest in the places he's going to. Certainly, this book starts off that way, with a customary swipe at other travel writers before he makes his way to the Deep South - and clearly enjoys it so much he makes many return visits and appears to make friends.
This isn't Theroux at his finest. He's a known writer now. He can call ahead and get interviews, and does in many cases here. There is less serendipitous meetings in the street, though they do still happen. He's in a car, not in a train, which changes the dynamic of the book since he isn't bossed around by station timetables and over-officious guards. He can, in one slightly embarrassing part of the book, request to go and see some poor people, to which his interviewee agrees and we're taken to a poor family's house in what seems like a zoo visit.
However, it's a good read, with some good characters and an overwhelming message that too many Americans virtue-signal by giving money to Africa when they'd be rather better helping their own country people. Certainly worth spending time with; I regret not reading the print edition, which appears to have some lovely photographs throughout, and instead reading an ebook version that lumps some photographs at the end in poor black and white quality.