I thoroughly enjoyed this--not just as a product of Mr Fry's natural wit and humor, although it was that, too. But the foreigner's perspective on my homeland is usually negative, judgmental and dismissive. Americans are dismissed out of hand as frivolous, stupid, naturally bullheaded and aggressive, and (always, always, always) one of two things: too rich for their own good, or inbred hicks from the sticks. As anyone even remotely familiar with Mr Fry and his work would expect, he doesn't make any such assumptions. In fact, he scolds (gently but firmly) his fellow countrymen for doing so in the opening passages.
So I enjoyed his writing and his thoughts. But a few things did bother me. One was that Mr Fry explained in the introduction that his intention was to observe but not to pass judgment on Americans and their doings. For the most part, he remained objective, but there were points where I bit my tongue to avoid arguing with the book (a supremely silly thing to do, as it can hardly answer back, can it?). I suppose that such moments couldn't be avoided, as Mr Fry is only as human as the rest of us and couldn't possibly be completely objective, like a robot or something. So maybe that was a silly thing to be a little upset about.
The second thing that bothered me also had to do with something Mr Fry said in the introduction. He said he wasn't looking for the weirdest, most bizarre aspects of American life he could find...and sometimes I felt like he was. This was made for TV, originally (I haven't seen it, unfortunately), so I guess that can't be avoided, and he really wasn't in charge of the places he went and the things he did. Still, I think we all could've done without the trip to the Body Farm, yes? A trip to a Tennessee Civil War battleground or something would've done fine.
The third thing also has something to do with something Mr Fry said in the introduction, because I just haven't learned to let these things go. He said he wasn't going to try to identify America by its cities. Well...in Michigan, he only went to Detroit. Detroit has its own subculture that is unrelated to most of the rest of the state, and it's the biggest city we've got. But as I am from Michigan, this is a personal issue, no one's problem but my own. I just can't shut up about it, but I know it's no one's fault or problem, and eventually the annoyance will fade.
Which brings me to my fourth point. Now, I'm not from these states, but I imagine people looking forward to the segment on their state were bitterly disappointed when they discovered he merely drove through Delaware and Ohio. Idaho didn't get much, either. There may have been others slighted, but they escape my memory at the moment and I'm just too lazy to go get the book and look it up. But since this is a written account of a only-made-so-we-can-air-it-on-TV journey, and they only allowed themselves, what, six weeks? Something like that? (Mr Fry is the busiest guy on the planet, so this is kind of understandable) then that would be why those states got nothing more than a passing wave. But still, it bothered me. When you've said you're going to see all fifty states, driving through them counts as cheating. Yes, you saw them, technically, but only from the expressway, so...no, you didn't.
But it's still a worthy book. As with all things Mr Fry touches, it's funny and witty at the same time as it's thought-provoking. I liked it, and I think you will, too. I know I focused on the negatives here, but that's just me, Miss Debbie Downer, and a horrible nitpicker--really, the things I complained about were very minor and I actually liked it a lot.