I put this book on my to-read list on May 8th, 2014. I'm not sure what I was thinking, perhaps I was feeling nostalgic. Leslie Thomas is famous in England for having written the book, The Virgin Soldiers. I suspect I wanted to try his work, but not a book about soldiers. Well, it's now almost 10 years later, we'll see how it goes.
Updated upon completion on 2/26/24: This was a true pleasure read. George Goodnight, a forty-three-year-old lawyer and stamp collector, sets out from his home in Shillington, England on a journey of discovery. He sews seeds of kindness wherever he goes, such as revealing the true value of a stamp album to a barmaid, buying a jersey from a down on his luck youth on a train and taking a blind boy on a road trip through the Australian Outback. Sometimes, his kindness inspires others to also be kind such as when a lady brought him chicken soup when he was deathly ill in New York City.
George travels by various means as the opportunity arises and was even shipwrecked and crashed a vehicle during his travels and endures a very turbulent flight in a small dodgy plane. George states that “in my middle age I have been seeking adventure.”
At a motorway cafe along the way, George marvels when the waitress tells him that she can’t stand cars. She believes they are “more trouble than they’re worth.” He wonders how she gets to work, surely, she must have to travel to work by the motorway? “Not me,” she replies, “I comes on across the fields. There’s a hole in the hedge.”
The story is filled with all kinds of characters and George gets into and out of many scrapes. I experienced some nostalgia at times and was always deeply invested. It is a gentle book and I loved the references to cups of tea. Here is my favorite that took place in Australia:
“She stood up and, handing the picture album back to him, went towards the kitchen. ‘Beer or tea?’ she called back. ‘Tea if you don’t mind,’ he said. ‘You’re breaking me of the habits of a lifetime,’ she said with studied cheerfulness. ‘Right, tea for two it is.’”
George uses his stamp collection to finance his travels and experiences many adventures in places such as France, Arabian Peninsula, India – where he is robbed by men using “the lizard trick,” Hong Kong, Australia, the Philippines and the U.S.A. before returning to a rather damp welcome in England, where the driver of the bus recognizes him and greets him “with West Country cheeriness as George pays for his ticket. “Aven’t seen you around for a couple of weeks,” he adds, which might be the understatement of the year.
Finally, George arrives back in Shillington where he discovers that not much has changed, in fact “he was not altogether surprised to see the deckchair in which he had rested that far Sunday afternoon had not shifted its place. It had probably never been moved. The previous autumn’s dead leaves were held in its lap.”
I was wondering how the author would end the story and hoping it wouldn’t be a letdown after reading about all his interesting adventures and it wasn’t I am pleased to record.