An irreverent trip through American culture by a critic who âcracks jokes as easily as one would crack walnut shellsâ (Washington Post).
Americans have long been fascinated with the oddness of the British, but the English, says literary critic Terry Eagleton, find their transatlantic neighbors just as strange. Only an alien race would admiringly refer to a colleague as âaggressive,â use superlatives to describe everything from oneâs pet dog to oneâs rock collection, or speak frequently of being âempowered.â Why, asks Eagleton, must we broadcast our childrenâs school grades with bumper stickers announcing âMy Child Made the Honor Rollâ? Why donât we appreciate the indispensability of the teapot? And why must we remain so irritatingly optimistic, even when all signs point to failure?
On his quirky journey through the language, geography, and national character of the United States, Eagleton proves to be at once an informal and utterly idiosyncratic guide to our peculiar race. He answers the questions his compatriots have always had but (being British) dare not ask, like why Americans willingly rise at the crack of dawn, even on Sundays, or why we publicly chastise cigarette smokers as if weâre all spokespeople for the surgeon general.
In this pithy, warmhearted, and very funny book, Eagleton melds a good old-fashioned roast with genuine admiration for his neighbors âacross the pond.â
An irreverent trip through American culture by a critic who âcracks jokes as easily as one would crack walnut shellsâ (Washington Post).
Americans have long been fascinated with the oddness of the British, but the English, says literary critic Terry Eagleton, find their transatlantic neighbors just as strange. Only an alien race would admiringly refer to a colleague as âaggressive,â use superlatives to describe everything from oneâs pet dog to oneâs rock collection, or speak frequently of being âempowered.â Why, asks Eagleton, must we broadcast our childrenâs school grades with bumper stickers announcing âMy Child Made the Honor Rollâ? Why donât we appreciate the indispensability of the teapot? And why must we remain so irritatingly optimistic, even when all signs point to failure?
On his quirky journey through the language, geography, and national character of the United States, Eagleton proves to be at once an informal and utterly idiosyncratic guide to our peculiar race. He answers the questions his compatriots have always had but (being British) dare not ask, like why Americans willingly rise at the crack of dawn, even on Sundays, or why we publicly chastise cigarette smokers as if weâre all spokespeople for the surgeon general.
In this pithy, warmhearted, and very funny book, Eagleton melds a good old-fashioned roast with genuine admiration for his neighbors âacross the pond.â