Title: Bryson has had his nose stuffed up English ass for years.
Product review: Will take far fewer than 1000 words to review Bryson. Or maybe not. It is telling that this Anglophilic "arse" sniffer is on the best-seller lists in the UK. He loves all that is Brit <witness his constant use of Briticisms when writing for an American audience - undoubtedly a smaller one than in the UK> and his exaggerated and hopelessly phony sounding renditions of encounters with his fellow Americans <he cringes at this>. Beehive hair-do's and cat-eye glasses - such is what this hapless Europhile endured, allegedly, all the while fatuously catering to the Islanders who have thus far so awarded him their readership. Theroux is honest. Jan Morris is honest. This fawning sycophant chucklehead is the biggest fraud since Milli Vanilli....only comparison I could think of. Is one star as low as I can go?
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