Sorry for the lateness of this post on Bryson but I was waiting until I’d finished it. Alas, I’m still only half way through but thought I’d go ahead anyway.
Like the rest of you I have really enjoyed the chapters I’ve read so far. It is engagingly written, lots of human interest and fascinating asides as well as staggering facts and figures. Like Emily
, it has also lead to discussions with hubby (who is a Physicist) although ours tend to go along the lines of:
“Wow! Did you know…”
My problem with the book is not anything to do with Bryson but just the fact that I am struggling to read non-fiction for relaxation at the moment (brain cells depleting rapidly due to pregnancy!). Settling into the bath last thing at night was not, for me, the time to be engaging with Particle Physics, fascinating though it was and engagingly written etc. Hence the time it has taken to get this far in the book. I needed more emotional engagement to give me the momentum to actually pick up the book again. Not to mention the fact that each time I did I had to re-read the last chapter in order to remember what had been said and to pick up where I left off. What I needed was a very long train journey or a couple of uninterrupted days on a sun lounger to really get to grips with it. When such a time comes (and it could be a while off for me!) then this is the book that will be first on my list to tackle.
That said, I did find the stories of the “wives” (maybe not surprisingly) interesting and felt that there was definitely stories that were just waiting to be told. What did happen between Hubble and his missus to lead to her denying him a funeral and hiding the body? What about Bohr’s poor fiancé and her postponed honeymoon?
My other grievance with this book was that by cataloguing these great discoveries in this way Bryson left the reader with the mistaken belief that research is a continual run of quick successes. In reality the majority of discoveries come as a result of many years of hard slog and mistakes. Either that or my husband hasn’t sat in enough railway stations scribbling on the back of envelopes!
Having abandoned Bryson for the time being, I was very pleased to get immersed in the Tyler. I enjoyed Back When We Were Grownups
far more than The Accidental Tourist
, which is the other one of hers that I have read. In the latter book I found her characters to be too pathetic and the underlying situation too tragic for me to consider the book "comic", which apparently many others thought it was. However, I agree with Emily
did work as a comedy of manners and I did think it was well written. I particularly liked the descriptions of Rebecca's struggle to dress herself for her various functions and escape her ridiculous 'hippy' look as a metaphor for her larger struggle to discover who she was. Ultimately abandoning herself to the Bedouin costume for Poppy's party and feeling majestic in it, having previously rejected it for a date with Will, signifies her acceptance of herself as a Davitch.
Ultimately however, I found the book unsatisfying. I felt Tyler was juggling too many ideas at the expense of the overall plot's coherence. I was extremely glad that Zeb did not turn out to be the love interest as he was such a weak character. I thought she needed to make a lot more of the relationship between Rebecca and Peter to justify him being the boy in her dream. I found myself completely unconvinced by the whole Will episode, which I felt should have ended a lot earlier than it did (was she really supposed to be considering sleeping with him? re. Wearing new black lace underwear for which "She had plans"?). I agree with Val
about the ending. I did not feel that continuing as she was and just telling herself "she really had been having a wonderful time" was sufficient given her depth of feeling as outlined by the rest of the book.